malcolm holcombe

malcolm holcombe

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

NEW CD "For The Mission Baby" RELEASED SEPT 29, '09 PRODUCED BY RAY KENNEDY..uncommonly unique guitarist/vocalist about whom Rolling Stone magazine says: "Haunted country, acoustic blues and rugged folk all meet [here].." www.malcolmholcombe.com

Biography

Malcolm Holcombe-Bio-july-2009

"I chainsmoke and complain, goin' broke inside," Malcolm Holcombe growls with his signature gritty vocals while sharply picking his guitar; If chain-smoking and complaining are some of the characteristics that embody the kind of talent Malcolm reveals in his raw, heartfelt story telling, well then everyone should applaud chain-smoking complainers.
On the exterior Malcolm is a chain-smoking, coffee-loving, flannel shirt-wearing man with a five-o’clock shadow and a cutting stare, but the minute he walks on a stage, out comes the performer with his jabbered witticisms and off-beat style. He has the audience eating out of the palm of his hand.
Malcolm, born in Appalachia North Carolina, found musical inspiration from a pocket transitor radio, his mom's french harp encompassing all the music shows on the fada tv which sometimes even could pick up 2 channels, 13 and 7. Malcolm was "glued to the tube" watching shows from "Sing Along with Mitch" , "The Flatt and Scruggs Show" to "Where the Action Is" and "The Ed Sullivan show".He learned to play a few chords on a flat-top guitar his mother bought from Sears in the mid-sixties, and the handy Mel-Bay Chord Book. "I couldn't make it past the first page 'er two. Mother said I sang through my nose. I just tried to carry a tune some way or another, just to pass the time."
After the passing of both parents, just a few years apart, Malcolm hit the road with a band called Redwing in search of a different scene. After a stint in Florida he eventually moved on to Nashville, TN, finding a job flipping burgers at Douglas Corner Cafe. Occasionally Malcolm would take a break from the kitchen and get on stage, turning heads and opening the ears of audiences that were so used to Nashville’s formulaic country crooning. Malcolm’s was a rustic, rugged, grass-roots sound distilled from the foothills of Appalachia with a soulful blues feel.
In 1996 Malcolm signed a deal with Geffen Records and was recording his debut. He now had the attention and recognition of Nashville’s closely knit music community. Unfortunately, at the height of his career, Malcolm succumbed to the temptations of drugs and alcohol. He developed a somewhat notorious reputation around Nashville, performing disappearing acts only to return and wreak havoc. This was the start of a dark period for this talented, upcoming artist.
This decline continued as Geffen, unexpectedly, decided to pull his album release. It was a huge blow, but Malcolm carried on, returning to a life of short-lived, low paying jobs. With the failed release, and struggles with substance abuse, Malcolm sank into a deep depression.
After several other unsuccessful industry attempts, Malcolm left Nashville and eventually moved back to North Carolina, sobered up and released two independent albums.
Today Malcolm is still sober and continually touring with his particular flavor of gritty folk music. His last album, released by Echo Mountain Records, expresses a variety of topics from politics in the title song "Gamblin’ House" to the love and inspiration he gets from his wife in the song "Cynthia Margaret." He’s still wildly unpredictable with what he says and he still resembles a crazed person while performing; however, there are subtle differences like the cup of coffee that has replaced the booze.
The critical acclaim Malcolm always deserved, has finally come to him through publications like Rolling Stone, The Wallstreet Journal, and Billboard Magazine. He’s been featured in BBC and NPR interviews, countless local radio shows, newspapers, blogs and foreign press. His last 2008 release, Gamblin' House, was in the top 20 of the Americana Music Association chart for 9 straight weeks. His eighth release, For The Mission Baby, will be released Fall of 2009 by Echo Mountain Records. Once again, Malcolm went with Grammy Award winning producer, Ray Kennedy. The album consists of upbeat vocals, twangy country western melodies, the harmonies of Mary Gauthier, Siobhan Maher and Tim O’Brien and no lack of cryptic dark undertones. Malcolm considers it his best work yet.
"For The Mission Baby" is a brilliant adventure into stimulating stories of "unvarnished life expression full of heart, soul and mystery from a master."† – Ray Kennedy

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Lyrics

bigtime blues

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Bigtime Blues

i'm a fatcat losin' in the lean ol' times
got my fatback slappin' outta my time
ya make the phone keep ringin' in my ear fine
i'm a fatcat losin' to the bigtime blues.

lazy eights a slippin' under that ratty ol' rug
sweepstakes driven outta town sucks
gonna claim my ticket to the way that it was
lazy eights a slippin' to the bigtime blues.

chorus
see me on the left
see me on the right
see me cut down
right down to size

i'm a fatcat losin' to the bigtime blues

i was a c.e.o. widda souped up seven
taxman grinnin' shinin' my shoes
now i'm a s.o.b. at the backdoor whinin'
no dry clean money for the bigtime blues.

chorus
chorus

c.2009 gypsyeyes music, BMI

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hannah's tradin' post

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Hannah's Tradin' Post

hangin' timbers creak the pain
welcomin' the feastin' bats
and the company safely waits
in hannah's tradin' post.

the sweet breath of an outside chance
sickens in your knees and legs
and sours on your mind at last
in hannah's tradin' post.

she's always been and always seen
with smilin' hands to weigh what's real
but there's very very little change
when all the money's gone.

chorus
now the goldmine is abandoned
leavin' treasures unattended
rusty coal cars standin' frozen
and scattered cages sprung wide open

shovels picks and hammer's told
of blasphemy confoundin' us
sweatin' from a hundred years
now silent as a desert.

a fools' death for anothers' best
a song and dance no longer sounds
the twisted tracks lay in regret
dynamited for collapse.

chorus

progress soon will swallow you
and sour bitter on your mind
but a fools' death waits on the steps
of hannah's tradin' post.

first verse

c.1993 purple girl music, BMI

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leonard's pigpen

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Leonard's Pigpen

seen you hangin' outta window
strugglin' to the trees
swingin' for the younguns
they gonna catch a sweeter breeze

got uncle davey's letters
hunched down twixt d'lines
he's scratchin' in the sideyard
and i'm beatin' outta time

dodgin' leonard's pigpen sweet sister
dodgin' brother leonard's pigpen

ol' cousin mickey's courtin'
he's cocky like a crow
i'm done flyin' outta texas
aimin' closer to my nose

now there's boots up to a man's shoulders
she's a woman scrappin' on a hill
livin' dead outta dumpsters
don't believe it man i had my fill
man i had my fill

chorus

junior's bulgin' in the battle
gamblin' face about
i made my records in the courthouse
playin' wall-eyed south

chorus
bridge
chorus

seen history books for breathin'
riddled by the wind
they let me outta greenville
now a hurtin's sinkin' in

chorus
repeat first verse

c.1993 purple girl music, BMI

malcolm holcombe

you have it all

Written By: malcolm holcombe

You Have It All

chorus

i aint got what i want it's never enough
but i got what i need you dont have to call
i aint got what i want you have it all.

now aint ya glad to see me and tell me a tale
'bout somebody's deal on a free ride to hell
i see them new clothes rags under your eyes
you been twistin' your mind for a taste of desire.

chorus

there's a taste in my mouth bitter as gold
i cant swallow the blues and keep my eyes closed
well the cat ate the bird he's grinnin' for sure
buzzards flyin' low bringin' a cure.

chorus
chorus

c.2008 gypsyeyes music, BMI

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short street blues

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Short Street Blues

gonna tell ya a tale 'bout livin' in a helluva neighborhood next ta town
folks round here drink alotta cheap wine and stay crazy mosta the time
people hangin' out on da corner wastin' my time an' bummin' my quarters
we aint gotta lot o' money it's true buyin' cigarettes a nickle for two.

chorus
me an' my baby we both agree
livin' on short street ain't our cup o' tea
honey make some coffee pack up da boxes
pick da pennies up offa da floor
we aint livin' on short street anymo'.

ya gotta keep things down after midnight no tappin' yo foot on da floor
no mo' singin' dem country songs o' da broomstick'll bounce below
rats moved in and we losin' out neighbors don't care if we scream an' shout
talkin' 'bout da rent is due da hell widda short street blues.

chorus

da bathroom's out on da backporch front door's just a rickety gate
yard's full o' dem groundhog holes an' da neighborhood jus' ain't safe
ev'rybody's gotta do what they gotta do ev'rybody gonna say what they gonna say
i say honey the rent is due the hell widda short street blues.

chorus

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c. butterside music, BMI

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a bigger plan

Written By: malcolm holcombe

A Bigger Plan

when ev'rything's in place and ev'rybody's free
gonna sit right down and wonder why this happened to me
i got troubles on my mind on the table blessed at night
they always here to bear and evermore to share.

chorus
no matter who i am
no one will understand
the same man works to live within a bigger plan

the sun's one winkin' eye the devil beats his wife
the whippin' cracklin' rain will stain the days ahead
lovin' to be loved givin' will not take
away my holdin' hand upon your heart in place.

chorus

faith must be my job spendin' wasted dreams
on ev'rything in place and ev'rybody free.

chorus
chorus

c.2009 gypsyeyes music,BMI

malcolm holcombe

for the mission baby

Written By: malcolm holcombe

For the Mission Baby

she was sixteen handy with a needle and thread
she danced to the beatles in '65
he was dark and handsome maybe seventeen
they made love one night one breath to be.

chorus
singin' lovely love lil' dark-eyed darlin'
lovely be for the mission baby

now no one knows the sound of submission
when the family whispers down to the mission
too young too poor too free to keep her
and the reckonin' cries and times grow older.

chorus

mountains of the mourne to the appalachian sisters
the roots run deep for the mission baby.

chorus

now God only knows who's right or wrong
when you're breakin' a heart or keepin' the law.

chorus

c.2009 gypsyeyes music, BMI

malcolm holcombe

another one gone

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Another One Gone

i see you in the backyard so sweet and so small
i been workin' ev'ry day for what's been missin' all along
you gonna fix up my problems you gonna fill up my cup
with a heartbeat so troubled and your bottomless love.

chorus
now what's wrong with livin' for another one gone
to a place made for givin' and children don't belong

i grew up hungry for a lil' baby boy
back in ol' west virginia i left her for the sea
some people they turn sick too frail to raise a child
me i just worry 'bout someone left behind.

chorus

there's a piece o' my heart and a drop o' my blood
somewhere on this earth and somewhere up above.

chorus
chorus

c.2009 gypsyeyes music, BMI

malcolm holcombe

doncha miss that water

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Doncha Miss That Water

steps bowed up and the hurricane chimes
to the wind kickin' up and the sun beatin' down
aint no rain in sight bone dry in the valley
and nobody smiles but the rich in the alley.

chorus
doncha miss that water when it's gone
doncha miss that water when it's gone

rich in the alley free in the gutter
take a drink to the past and pray for another
holdin' on in the corner words slappin' the flies
to the cries of the crows in a lonesome sky.

chorus

doncha think about me when the sun goes down
stars raisin' up all over this town
i'm lost in the heat burnin' round and round
doncha miss that water when it's gone.

chorus
chorus

c.2008 gypsyeyes music, BMI

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straight and tall

Written By: malcolm holcombe

Straight and Tall

i have a task at hand
thinkin' of you is fine
so kindly make your plans use my back and arms
make me straight and tall.

you always think of me
through others tried and true
so kindly make your plans
use my back and arms
make me straight and tall.

it's better to not know
the future where i go
so kindly make your plans
use my back and arms
make me straight and tall.

a warm shirt for the cold
a lil' food to fill the void
so kindly make your plans
use my back and arms
make me straight and tall.

your heart is young and strong
many years to you belong
so kindly make your plans
use my back and arms
grow up straight and tall.

c.2009 gypsyeyes music, BMI

Discography

1-a far cry
2-a hundred lies
3-another wisdom
4-i never heard you knockin'
5-not forgotten
6-wager
7-gamblin' house
8-for the mission baby

Set List

90 min./2 hrs..one show/2 45s