As a former devotee of Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly I was excited to hear the news that Sam Duckworth was heading to Perranporth to perform. Yet with seven albums and over one thousand live shows under his artistic belt, it’s hard to believe that he’s still willing to tour in the most cut-off of counties – a convention that only heightens my adoration for the artist.
Recreations, a side-project of the performer, led to an interesting start to the evening. With a fusion of acoustic guitar, combined with an electronic computer-dependent verge, Sam showed us a new way of fashioning his sound into something innovative. Personally, I found it all to be a tiny bit contrived, yet I was still absorbed by the creative experimentation decanted into it. Sam is certainly a man who lacks no ability to trial and test new concepts, and that is why he’s been able to remain so fresh after a decade of crafting music.
During his second set of the evening, however, and under his actual name, he treated us to a concoction of songs old and new that kept everyone spellbound throughout. To hear personal favourites like Call Me Ishmael and I-Spy live demarcated feelings of nostalgic aptness, and with the same token, to hear new music, penned with sheer intelligence was equally as gratifying. It was a privilege to be a spectator.
Sam Duckworth retains a value that makes you want to stop and stare. What this quality specifically is remains an elusive mystery to me, yet it’s poignantly there nonetheless. Similarly, the performer’s stage presence was equally as charming. In between tracks he would treat us to truthful political bombasts, and interacted playfully with audience members. It still remains a novelty to encounter someone with both success and talent who can also remain humble, yet Sam has reached the summit of that utterly perfected equilibrium.
Ordinarily, I would be jaded of listening to a live artist for over an hour; it can take someone quite spectacular to keep me fixated. Yet after two sets I was still craving another dose. During the end of his set, he said that he’d be returning to Cornwall sometime in the future, and I honestly hope that he lives up to that assurance.
Words by Keira Trethowan
Photography by Craig Taylor-Broad