Kevin Higgins

Kevin Higgins

 Waco, Texas, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Higgins has waited a long time to fulfill his dream, now we just have to hope he doesn't wake up too soon. (Maverick UK)

Biography

[In his own words...]

Early on, I had dreams of becoming a recording star, but I got distracted by life. I came from working class roots, smack dab in the middle of a cultural wasteland called El Paso. I was told that we had no business dabbling in pipe dreams. Even so, I bought my first guitar with money I earned from running carnival rides and grooming horses. I got good enough to play in country and rock cover bands in high school. After graduation I was handed the harsh reality that I could either go to work or take on a student loan and go to college. My only true interest then, (as now), was writing and performing music, but since I lacked any formal training and had no desire to teach, I opted out of Music 101. I tried making a living playing in cover bands, but that just left me feeling cheap and intoxicated. So, I begrudgingly entered the working class and thus began my saga...

I have lived on the streets, worked in luxury hotels and chauffeured dignitaries. I have battled my addictions and managed nightclubs. I have faded to black and watched as my name rolled by on the credits. I have been beaten down by the status quo and hammered nails in the hot Texas sun. I have had my heart ravaged and I have lavished in love. I have left my footprints across America and barely scratched the surface. I have paid my dues and chalked it all up as experience. All told, I have probably held over 30 different job descriptions from Texas to California.

But, at the end of every working day, I saved a little of myself for my music.

I never quit writing, vowing that someday, when my debts had all been whittled away and my soul was once again my own, I would go after that dream of mine. It just so happens it took longer than I expected. Kind of like Roy Hobbs in "The Natural" or Mac Sledge in "Tender Mercies." It's the same story. Once it's in you, it never dies. Once we come to realize exactly what it is we were put here to do, there can be no denying the source of the inspiration.

I hope my music reflects that spirit. It ain't always pretty, but you can't hide anything from the truth.

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[THE CRITICS are saying]

Kevin Higgins ascends to the pantheon of eloquent and evocative American singer-songwriters with that rare gift for articulating the fullness of human experience within splendid and alluring melodies... (Rob Patterson, veteran music critic)

Like William Faulkner, Kevin's exceptional writing is rich with imagery and meaning, with characters so real you feel like you can touch them. (Stephen Doster, Producer ~ Nanci Griffith, Lyle Lovett, James Honeyman-Scott/Pretenders)

Gentler than, say, Steve Earle, more serious, say, than Robert Earl Keen, and much more hopeful than, say, James McMurtry. (Duggan Flanakin, Flanfire blog spot)

Texas does it again...all the best singer songwriters come from Texas everyone knows that. Townes Van Zandt, Guy Clark, Steve Earle, Lyle Lovett, Butch Hancock, Joe Ely, Nanci Griffith, Willie Nelson...the names go on, and now theres one more to add to the list...Kevin Higgins. (americana-uk.com)

Drawing comparisons to Townes Van Zandt, Patterson Hood, Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen, and John Prine, (which he quietly dismisses), Kevin Higgins has gone from being one of the best kept secrets amongst Texas songwriters to quite possibly the next great Texas songwriter (Dave Pilot, Rockzilla.com)

...daring, intense, terrific. (RootsMusicReport.com)

(Higgins) demonstrates a poet's eye for the events in life that have real significance...warmth, honesty, empathy, and a sense of drama... (NoDepression)

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Kevin hosts a Songwriter Series on select Wednesday nights at Hondo's on Main (Fredericksburg,TX). Some of his friends who have shared the stage with him:

Butch Hancock ~ Gurf Morlix ~ Amy Speace ~
Malcolm Holcombe ~ Susan Gibson ~ Michael Hearne
Shake Russell ~ Stephen Doster ~ Rod Picott
Stacey Earle and Mark Stuart ~ Nathan Hamilton
Matt the Electrician ~ Michael O'Connor ~ Lisa Morales
Danny Schmidt and Carrie Elkin ~ Will Sexton
Gordy Quist ~ Owen Temple ~ Michael Fracasso
Marc Douglas Berardo ~ Walt Wilkins ~ Clay McClinton
Adam Carroll ~ Butch Morgan ~ Drew Kennedy
Art & Lisa ~ Shelley King ~ Thomas Michael Riley
Noelle Hampton ~ John Evans ~ The Border Blasters
...and more...

Lyrics

Walk On

Written By: Kevin Higgins

Sometimes, as you go through life
You’ll turn a corner
And go down a ways

And stop at the convenience store
You pick up a few things for no particular reason
Other than it seems like a good idea at the time
You purchase an eyeglass repair kit and some Rolaids
Thinking they might come in handy in the future
And you walk on a ways
And turn the corner

And decide to look around at the thrift store
And buy yourself an old western shirt with some pearl snaps
Thinking that might be nice to wear out one night
to a Derailers show, sometime in the future
And you walk on a ways
And turn the corner

And stop off at the music store for some guitar strings
Because one of the certainties in life is, that
Inevitably a guitar string will break
And if you wanted to play on five strings you’d have picked up the banjo, or the bass
And you walk on a ways
And you turn the corner

And supposing now that you’ve made a right turn
At a right angle on four consecutive corners
And the laws of geometric nature still apply
This should put you headed back to where you came
And you walk on a ways

You walk on a ways with your bags of newly acquired stuff
that you’ve collected for future indulgence
And you stop in at this little bar
Set your bags down at the base of your bar stool
And have a beer, or two
And you walk on over to the jukebox and load in a five spot
And make a few selections of your favorite songs
Songs from your past
And after a couple of more beers and about twenty songs later
You walk on a ways
with a staggered gait
Back to the place you call home

And the next morning you wake up to realize
You had left behind the things intended for the future
At the place you spent reflecting on the past
And your present condition is the more or less the same
as when you set out on your walk
just yesterday

So, as you walk through life and you turn a few corners
Think about this…
If you spend too much time in the past, you’ll forget about the future
And, if you spend too much time thinking about the future
You’ll keep walkin’ around in circles and pining for the past
It’s best to just go through life just walkin’ with a sense of purpose
for the moment
For no other reason than, because…

An eyeglass repair kit won’t help you see into the future
Rolaids won’t cure an ulcer
nobody really cares what you wear to a Derailers show
And now is as good a time as any to think about picking up the banjo

However, a cold beer sure goes down nice after a hard day of walkin’
That is, if you don’t go staggering home and forget the moment

So, here’s to here and here’s to now
The past is present and the future’s all around
Here’s to you and to comfortable shoes
Now, if you will excuse me
I’ve got some walkin’ to do

Monahans

Written By: Kevin Higgins

At the Dairy Queen one summer in a far West Texas town,
the girl was all of sixteen,
but she was woman pound for pound.
Slippin’ dollars in the jukebox, playing ZZ Top and Merle,
sippin’ lemon Dr. Peppers with my sweet West Texas girl.

We’d step out into the desert sun and curse where we came from,
then we’d ride to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.

The more I think about it… the less I understand.
Grab a hold of something good… it’ll slip right through your hands.
Will you catch me if I fall, or will you sit and watch me crawl
through fire and the burning sand all the way to Monahans?

Them rich boys from the Westside drive their brand new shiny cars,
I can’t blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make life hard
on us sons of honest working men, the one’s that grease the wheels.
She hitched a ride to the cheatin’ side on a brokered sweetheart deal.

I saw her cruisin’ down at the crossroads,
she was laughing as she waved.
I went down to the Rio Grande with a six-pack
and my twelve gauge.

The more I think about it… the less I understand.
Grab a hold of something good and it’ll slip right through your hands.
Will you catch me if I fall,
or will you sit and watch me crawl
through fire and the burning sand all the way to Monahans?

It’s the same old scene, the Dairy Queen, in a small West Texas town.
There’s a girl all of eighteen,
but you could tell she’d been around.
She was huggin’ on her boyfriend while she was giving me the eye,
then she slid past my table, said, “Honey, I can make you smile.”

Her boyfriend pulled a knife on me, said, “Don’t go messin’ with my girl.”
I said, “You tend to your own business, son…
I’m listening to Merle.”

The less I think about it…
the more I understand.
Grab a hold of something good,
it’ll slip right through your hands.
Who will catch me if I fall,
who will sit and watch me crawl
through fire and the burning sand all the way to Monahans?

Throw your heart into a black sedan
and drive it all the way to Monahans.

On to Midland…and Big Spring…Abilene…Weatherford…Fort Worth.

West Texas Aggregates

Written By: Kevin Higgins

West Texas Aggregates

Preacher in a Cadillac,
fresh new coat of wax,
grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Ranchers brandishing black hats, rifles in gun racks,
politely slow to let us pass.

Stake-beds carry Mexicans
to where the crops are coming in,
homesick eyes peer out past weathered skin.

Meanwhile, down at Ray's Garage, my brother hardens up his heart,
and welds it to his muscle car.

Dad's just staring straight ahead,
we haven't talked in God-knows- when,
I guess we've learned to keep from butting heads.

But, in this silence I have found
the very nature of this town...
get out, get right, or just get on with it.

This is my home, this is my place,
These are my people,
despite what we say.
These are the thoughts I'll carry with me,
as I'm running away.

Store fronts that we used to frequent,
now for sale or lease and
patronized by tumbleweeds.

Every make and model car
is parked outside the bar,
misery loves company.

Dad mutters something 'neath his breath,
just might drink himself to death,
then he shoots a sideways glance at me.

And as I watch my world roll by,
I can't help but wonder why...
what does all this have to do with me?

This is my home, this is my place,
These are my people,
descending from grace.
We keep a safe distance,
keep our heads high,
This is West Texas...
make do or die tryin'.

This is my home, this is my place,
These are the pieces,
these aggregates.
These are the thoughts I'll carry with me,
as I'm running away.

This is my home, this is my place,
These are my people,
Despite what they'll say...

Find Your Shine

Written By: Kevin Higgins

Don't look now, but here comes Johnny Raincloud
cuttin' in on your little slice of sky.
Girl, you'd think by now that noise would die down,
even now that distant thunders weighin' heavy on your mind.

And I know you feel like runnin', you want to go and find your smile...

There's always Carefree, Arizona...
Live Easy, Pennsylvania
to change your state of mind.

Opportunity, Nebraska or Allgood, Alabama
let's leave this all behind and find your shine.

Last night you cried and said you missed your Grandpa,
all the lessons that were given out of love.
Comes a time we learn to cut our losses,
He always said to measure twice then just cut once.
Nothing ever lasts forever, save for the everlasting life.

There's always Paradise, Kansas...or Comfort, Texas
to change your state of mind.

Thankful, North Carolina or Little Heaven, Delaware
we'll leave this all behind and find your shine.

With every silver lining comes a little chance for rain
Don't look now, you've got your head in the clouds
Have faith and be aware
The sun is always shining somewhere...

Sunlight, Montana...
Pleasant, Indiana,
Sunshine, Maryland,
Delightful, Ohio...
Hope, New Mexico,
Dreamland, Michigan..
Good Intent, New Jersey...
Good Luck, Mississippi...
Allright, Illinois...
Okay, Oklahoma...
Freedom, Wyoming...
What Cheer, Iowa...
Happy Camp, California...
Benevolence, Georgia...
Neverfail, Tennessee...
Friendly, West Virginia...
Welcome, Minnesota...
Miracle, Kentucky...

Wynot, Nebraska?

Alone Star

Written By: Kevin Higgins

Life and limbo in a motel lobby,
Call it a career or call it a hobby,
Grab your free cup of coffee and a muffin and the road goes on.

Ask a good question get a sorry excuse,
you wonder what the weather's like in Baton Rouge,
(got you thinking 'bout them FEMA trailers rotting out in Arkansas).

Sometimes you think about spinning the truth
in government-issue bullet-proof shoes.

Dropping names, dropping calls, dropping pills,
drop the CD off with A&R in Nashville,
with a five dollar Scratcher so the bastard might remember your name.

You carry a tune in your wallet everybody likes to hear,
it's gotten frayed around the edges from sitting on your rear,
driving place to place, play it over and over and over again.

Do you know that song spent a month on the charts?
Sorry, I don't, can you hum a few bars?

When your pen's out of ink and the wells run dry,
and you ain't felt a good hard rain in a while,
maybe it's time to chill out someplace...
maybe Southern Nevada.

You got your truck stops, honky tonks, and taco stands,
another lone starving artist looking for a good band,
but that's more mouths to feed,
and you're one taco short of a combo platter.

Champagne taste on a Lone Star budget...
got room for one more and that about does it.

Just another song about another songwriter,
may you never cross the center divider.

Another tumbleweed caught on a fence,
another used car with some whiskey dents,
another bottle rocket with a really short fuse,
another business card you won't ever use.

Another lost soul sharing her bed,
another open wound, another tourniquet,
another two cents in the old tip jar,
and another and another and another and another Lone Star.

Another drunk with an irritating laugh,
that's another four minutes that you'll never get back.
Another bounced check, another Freudian slip,
another good intention, another bad trip.

Another talent booker, another half-empty room,
another janitor leaning on a push broom,
another suicide string on an out-of-tune guitar,
and another and another and another and another Lone Star.

Another wrong turn down a dead end street,
another wolf dressing up to look like a sheep,
another five hundred miles without stoppin',
another bent nail in a second hand coffin.

Another hobo song about riding the rails,
another freeloader riding on your coat tails,
another purist claiming that you're going too far,
and another and another and another and another Lone Star.

Another simile, another metaphor,
another chance meeting with the same three chords.
Another blind-folded stab at the truth,
another river boat gambler with a knife in his boot.

Another self-absorbing media sponge,
another boot-licker clinging to the bottom rung,
another tattoo, another emotional scar,
and another and another and another and another Lone Star.

I've got another verse, if you've got another minute,
let's have another round, we haven't had our limit.
They'll be another Sunday Morning Comin' Down hard
and another and another and another and another Lone Star.

© Kevin Higgins

Curtains

Written By: Kevin Higgins

I always did like the way the afternoon light played in this room
where homemade gingham curtains danced on breezy afternoons.

I can still see her in her favorite chair, lost in poetry,
lazy Sundays spent with Ella, Edna, & Emily.

The bookcases are empty now, the Greats condemned to boxes,
taped and marked for storage on a moving van to Lostville.

Always...
seems such a long time
Always...
everything good has to end
A fool invests in happiness
Seems like only yesterday,
it feels like only yesterday,
this was our home.

The freshly painted walls where family pictures used to hang,
glossed over all our memories, it's as if we never came.

Hollow footsteps echo from the ceiling to the floor,
these hardwoods were great for dancing, we had some good times,
that's for sure.

Now the ghosts of fate and holidays will linger in this room
where homemade gingham curtains danced on breezy afternoons.

Always...
seems such a long time
Always...
everything good has to end
A fool invests in happiness
Seems like only yesterday,
it feels like only yesterday,
this was our home.

You kill the roots, you kill the tree,
we scatter off like the falling leaves.

There ain't much left much to say now, it all seems such a waste,
our names will be forgotten, sure as the locks will get replaced.

The roses in her garden will miss her come the spring,
the birds will come to visit, we won't be here to hear them sing.

And I'll never see the afternoon light quite the same from any room
as I slowly close the curtains on the life that we once knew.

Always.

© Kevin Higgins

Infinity

Written By: Kevin Higgins

Each of us a single thread
wove into the fine fabric of the Grand Design
She smiles, and says the stars look right tonight

Some threads are silk, some fine spun gold
They shimmer on the flowing robes of the the blessed ones
Still, some of us still can't see the light

Her eyes meet with mine, they collide in a brilliant fire
Our souls inter-twine...we are one...we are one desire
We were meant to be together for infinity

She says, “this is a relatively simple thing
I move you, baby, you move me.”
Love is so enchanting while slow dancing to the music of the spheres

Her heart beats with mine...we combine...keep perfect time
Our souls harmonize, we are one voice in a great big choir
where everybody sings “together for infinity”

We create what we believe
We can live in fear or we can go in peace
We can give it up to God or we can always be at odds with our mortality

Her eyes meet mine, we collide in a brilliant fire
The flame never dies...we are one...we are one desire
We were meant to be together for infinity

© 2007 Kevin Higgins

In Jail

Written By: Kevin Higgins

Markin’ time on this concrete wall, seems like it wasn’t all that long
She caught my eye with her devilish grin, every pistol needs a firing pin.
She said she loved me ‘cos I was dangerous,
Got my thick skin ‘cos my dad liked to get drunk and beat me up.
She came from money and it made her mean,
the bad apple and the demon seed.

We were hard as nails, but it’s me who’s gonna rot in jail.

I remember the night we met, I clocked her boyfriend and off we went.
Four-wheelin’ on her daddy’s ranch,
then she put that nine-millimeter in my hand.
We popped off a few rounds at the stars,
lying naked on the hood of her Dodge.
Then she got that crazy look in her eyes
said, “let’s go rob the liquor store tonight.”

We were hard as nails, but it’s me who’s gonna rot in jail.

Not for the money, we did it for the thrill
Shoutin’, “Don’t act stupid and nobody gets killed.”
For eighty dollars and a gallon of wine,
Surveillance cameras captured my good side.
She turned me in just to save her own skin,
Creamy thighs turnin’ state’s evidence.
Her daddy’s lawyers said I slapped her around,
I got a guilty verdict and the gavel came down.

We were hard as nails, but it’s me who’s gonna rot in jail.
Yes, it’s me who’s gonna rot in jail.

Markin’ time on this concrete wall, up for parole, well, maybe next fall.
When they ask me if I’ve been reformed,
I’ll say, “Y’all let me out so I can strangle that whore.”

(I’m in jail, mama… I keep her picture in my cell, mama.)
I’m in jail…I’m in jail

And I’ll see her in hell.

Gathering Dust

Written By: Kevin Higgins

The band has quit playin’ and the house lights are on
Pry this drink from my fingers and the good times are gone
There’s a girl in the corner, she’s been waiting all night
For some road-weary gypsy to take her home for a while

I ain’t got it in me… all I got’s this guitar
Yeah, I’ll keep breakin’ strings,
But, I’ve long since quit breakin’ hearts

So, I’ll stick to my guns and keep ridin’
Got my sights set on the one that I love
And I’ll go where the music will take me
All the while gatherin’ dust

A wise man once told me, “Play it straight from the heart…
if you don’t stand for something it will all fall apart.”
Like a lonesome dust devil spinnin’ out of control
Gonna flare up and burn out, that’s just the way that it goes

And I’ll look for a good star in this big Texas sky
There must be a heaven, the road is my angel tonight

And I’ll stick to my guns and keep ridin’
Got my sights set on the one that I love
And I’ll go where the music will take me
All the while gatherin’ dust

The band has quit playin’ and we’ve tore it all down
Take this drink from my fingers, we gotta head out of town

Discography

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"Find Your Shine" CD, (Kevin Higgins)
Little Train Records, 2010
Produced by Stephen Doster

"Bent Nail" (EMI single, 2004) placed in indie movie "A Day Without a Mexican."

"Company Time"/"Southern Tears"'/"Gathering Dust" (singles): Sirius/XM radio airplay

"Change in the Weather" CD, (The Dust Devils)
Little Train Records, 2006
Produced by Kevin Higgins

"Gathering Dust" CD, (The Dust Devils)
Heritage Records, 2005
Produced by Heritage Records

"Cosmic Dust Devils" CD, (self-titled)
Little Train Records, 2002
Produced by Kevin Higgins and Cosmic Dust Devils

"I Stood Up" CD, (Rusty Weir) 2002
Kevin Higgins and Barbara Malteze ~ backing vocals

"Kerrville Camouflage" CD, (Cosmic Dust Devils)
Little Train Records, 2001
Produced by Kevin Higgins and Cosmic Dust Devils

"Dark Side of the Barn" CD, (Kevin Higgins)
Little Train Records, 1999
Produced by Kevin Higgins

[RECORDINGS of KEVIN'S SONGS BY OTHER ARTISTS]

"Morning Glory" CD, (Tina Mitchell Wilkins)
Hwy 29 Records, 2011
Recorded: "Infinity"

"People Like Me" CD, (Justin Haigh)
Apache Ranche Records, 2011
Recorded:
"In Jail"
"Gathering Dust"
"Monahans"

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[AWARDS/NOTABLES]

2011 Texas Music Awards:
* Song of the Year ("Monahans") written by Kevin Higgins

2010 Finalist, 11th Annual Great American Song Contest
"Curtains" by Kevin Higgins
(Entries submitted by 1,500 songwriters from 46 countries)

2010 Texas Music Awards: 
* Song of the Year ("Find Your Shine") Kevin Higgins' solo CD 

2009 SongwriterUniverse "Best Song of the Month" April 09: 
* ("Amazing Sense of Calm") by Kevin Higgins 

2007 Hill Country Happenings Magazine's Reader's Choice award: 
* Band of the Year 

2007 Texas Music Award winners: 
* Female Vocalist of the Year (Barbara Malteze) 

2007 Texas Music Award nominees: 
* Album of the Year (CHANGE IN THE WEATHER), The Dust Devils 
* Female Vocalist of the Year (Barbara Malteze) 
* Song of the Year ("Amazing Sense of Calm") by Kevin Higgins 
* Entertainer of the Year (Barbara Malteze) 
* Live Band of the Year 

2006 Texas Music Award winners: 
* Album of the Year (GATHERING DUST), The Dust Devils 
* Song of the Year ("Walk On") by Kevin Higgins 
* Female Vocalist of the Year (Barbara Malteze) 
* Vocal Duo of the Year (Kevin Higgins & Barbara Malteze) 

2006 B.W. Stevenson Songwriters Contest: 
* Kevin Higgins, 1st runner-up 

2001 Kerrville Folk Festival 
Cosmic Dust Devils perform on Main Stage 

2000 Kerrville Folk Festival 
New Folk - Kevin Higgins 

Set List

A typical house concert or listening room performance consists of (2) 45-minute sets with a short break in between.

Festival performances generally run 1 hour to 90 minutes worth of original material.