The record he’s talking about is Rockingham, Barham’s remarkable and intensely personal solo debut. Not long after the wave of well wishes had passed, Barham found himself piecing together composites of people he’d known since childhood, of those folks and places who had impacted his life in fundamental ways. He sang into his cell phone and scribbled in notebooks, stealing away for quiet moments in order to put the melodies and characters floating through his mind into song.
The shock of the moment and the distance from home seemed to give Barham a crucial perspective on the moments and circumstances that had helped shape him. Wolves, American Aquarium’s much-lauded 2015 breakthrough, had contained Barham’s most honest, vulnerable statements to date. But these songs took the next step, allowing
Barham to share stories about those around him. In “O’Lover,” he portrays a hardworking farmer forced to make some desperate decisions to support the ones he loves. In “Reidsville,” named for the place he’d called his home until relocating to North Carolina’s capital, he immortalized beautiful, sweet, doomed souls, stuck in love in the sort of small towns that are disintegrating all across America. You needn’t have been to Reidsville to recognize these elegantly written, expertly realized protagonists. “This is the first record I’ve ever made that’s not autobiographical—it’s fictional narrative in a very real place,” Barham says. “These songs are human condition stories set in my hometown, Reidsville.”

Barham made these songs his new priority. Not long after he returned stateside, he asked
Bradley Cook, the musician and mentor who had co-produced Wolves, to hear them. By
afternoon’s end, they had hatched the plan to make Rockingham. Two months later, on
January 31, Barham returned from another American Aquarium tour.
On Monday, he and the band he’d built to record Rockingham—himself, Cook, Cook’s
brother and multi-instrumentalist Phil Cook, drummer Kyle Keegan, American Aquarium
standbys Ryan Johnson and Whit Wright—met for the first time. On Tuesday and
Wednesday, they rehearsed. And on Thursday and Friday, they cut all eight songs at
Durham’s Overdub Lane. They mixed the results over the weekend, between the sold-out
hometown shows and various festivities of American Aquarium’s annual pilgrimage,
Roadtrip to Raleigh. The whirlwind kept the songs simple and the recordings human,
reflecting a reality much bigger and less perfect than the vacuum of a recording studio.
These tunes, after all, didn’t need much tampering. Rockingham puts its scenes and
scenarios front and center, the beautiful grain and twang of Barham’s voice bringing it all
to life. He limns lifelong romance and instantaneous tragedy during the paradoxically
heartbreaking, heart-mending “Unfortunate Kind” and details the disappointments and
dreams of the blue-collar laborer with “American Tobacco Company.” With its acoustic
guitars and pealing organs, ragged vocals and rugged characters, Rockingham is a
stunning, personal portrait of small-town America, easily identifiable and familiar.
For the album’s sole autobiographical moment, Barham, now happily married and sober,
penned a letter of sound advice and Southern attitude to his daughter-to-be, “Madeline.”
It’s too personal to fall under a roots-rock purview, too singular to be swallowed by a
larger situation. Like all of Rockingham, it’s not the sound of Barham stepping away
from American Aquarium but instead stepping confidently into the thoughts, stories, and
feelings of his own thirty years.
“This is just an outlet for a songwriter. It’s me being able to do something different. This
is like people who love their jobs, picking up hobbies,” says Barham, “This is an exercise
for myself.”