Okay, I'll be 100% honest. I'm not nearly as familiar with Malcolm Holcombe as I should be. He's always been an artist I've meant to delve into but for what ever reason, have never gotten around to checking out. However, after reading the following quote from leftofthedial I dunno how I could miss the chance to see him live:
"Holcombe played with a scary intensity. I didn't want to take my eyes away for fear that he'd sneak up behind me and pull out a knife. His voice sounds a thousand years old (I mean that in a good way), probably the result of decades spent smoking and singing. His acoustic fingerpicking was just as hypnotic as his crazy hobo stare. What stood out about his performance even more than the music was his semi-coherent rambling between songs. He just kind of lapsed into and out of stories – I now know all about his wife, his false teeth, and about the $23.50 he made playing in Georgia, among other things."
I mean, seriously … I think we're in for something special. Join me will you?
Any other readers out there ever seen Malcolm? How was it?
This article appears in Feb 25 – Mar 3, 2009.