Iconic and Elemental Songwriter Malcolm Holcombe Has Died

There are those musicians whose songs and influence work like the scaffolding holding up the facade of American roots. We’re not talking about the past legends that everyone still knows the name of. We’re talking about the songwriters who work in the shadows and always have, because they cower from the spotlight, self-sabotage whenever success starts to come within their grasp, and would never feel comfortable in their own skin if their sound reached beyond the four walls of dingy listening rooms in backwater locations.
Malcolm Holcombe was one of these elemental songwriters. Too raw, authentic, and unpolished for the spotlight, but a spellbinding influence on many who gladly step into it, he was the origin of multiple sounds and approaches to what today we label as Americana music. Even when he was young he sounded old. Even in health he seemed to be ravaged with sickness. Holcombe was like the very hills and valleys, roots, rocks, soil and branches singing out, if you were patient and quiet enough to hear them, and knew where to seek out their audience.
You can take these words from a random journalist as the Gospel truth, or you can just trace his career back, and see the reverence that contemporaries such as Emmylou Harris, Iris Dement, Greg Brown, Lucinda Williams, Steve Earle and Justin Townes Earle, and others held for Malcolm Holcombe, lending their names and voices to lifting up his musical legacy, even if it still amounting to nothing much louder than a fading wimpier beyond the musician class.
Malcolm Holcombe was born on September 2nd, 1955 in Weaverville, North Carolina, and was raised in part in Swannanoa. Both these towns are near Asheville, North Carolina, and as many locals will tell you, it’s authentic performers like Malcolm Holcombe that allowed Asheville to become known as the music town it’s known as today.
After graduating high school, Holcombe went to tech school and college, but couldn’t cut it. It was clear the pull of music was stronger, and that’s where he ultimately pointed his nose. Holcombe played in local bands like The Hilltoppers and Redwing, and collaborated with other songwriters like Ray Sisk, Sam Milner, and Dallas Taylor. But since the earliest portions of his career, Holcombe performed solo as a singer and songwriter, blending folk and early country influences into alluring melodies and compelling stories.
Convinced by peers that his music was too good to only be heard in night spots in the southeast, he moved to Nashville in 1990, taking the job as a dishwasher at the Douglas Corner Cafe (RIP) to make ends meet. The experiment almost worked, eventually. He earned the attention of Geffen Records in 1996 and signed to the label to record the album A Hundred Lies. Promotional copies were sent out, and received high praise. But with no commercial prospects for the project, it was shelved for three years, eventually coming out in 1999 as a reissue on Hip-O Records.
None of this mattered though. Malcolm Holcombe had already attained something nearing legendary status from those who’d seen him perform. Seeking out a live performance from Malcolm Holcombe was like searching for the headwaters of a great river to find the purest source. Frustrated by his experience in Nashville, he would eventually return to North Carolina, and though touring occasionally across the United States, he became synonymous with the state as one of the true representatives of the North Carolina sound.
Like many of the best musicians, Malcolm Holcombe could be his own worst enemy. Sweet when sober, erratic when drunk, this is what doomed his career at multiple turns. But eventually he turned to sobriety, and his faith in God to keep him on the straight and narrow. Folks trying to figure out what made Malcolm tick were often left with frustration. He would quote Bible verse, and in his heavy Southern accent, speak in limerick and colloquialism to get his point across, if he in fact had one.
Throughout the 2000’s and up to 2022, Malcolm Holcombe would record for independent labels and released well-regarded albums. This whole time, his cult status as a songwriter only grew. His voice went from weathered to sounding like death itself gasping through broken teeth, but conveyed an infinite beauty all its own.
Malcolm Holcombe was known as a survivor. He fought off Cancer to record his final album Bits and Pieces with long-time collaborator Jared Tyler in 2022. At the time, Holcombe and Tyler didn’t know if he would even make it through the sessions, but he did. On March 2nd, he had emergency surgery, and was placed on a ventilator. On March 9th though, Holcombe succumbed to respiratory failure. He was 68 years old.
“It is with a broken and heavy heart that I share the news that Malcolm Holcombe passed away today from respiratory failure,” his wife Cyndi Holcombe said. “He had been in a great deal of pain for a long time, and his spirit is now free from all that and he is singing with the angels. Malcolm loved all of you so very much and was so grateful to have such loving and devoted family, friends and fans. Please keep me in your thoughts as I try to navigate life without my true love of the last 22 years. And thank you again for sticking with us through thick and thin. Love & blessings to all of you.”
March 10, 2024 @ 11:26 am
Well written as always. Malcolm was truly one of a kind, and a songwriters, songwriter. Playing around the Carolina’s 15 years ago I was blessed to be able to see him live many times and he had that rare ability to take the audience on a journey, seeing the world for a short time through his eyes and ears. He will be greatly missed and hopefully cherished for many, many years to come.
March 10, 2024 @ 12:25 pm
A beautiful remembrance as expected. Thank you, Trigger
March 10, 2024 @ 12:34 pm
An honest and insightful obituary. Thank you.
Nothing about that guy was fake. There are so few artists these days you can say that about.
March 10, 2024 @ 12:58 pm
So saddened to learn of his passing yesterday. Had the good fortune to get to know Malcolm over the past 20 years and see him perform many times. Sweet soul, brilliant artist. One of a kind.
March 10, 2024 @ 1:39 pm
His catalogue is massive and there are phenomenal songs on every album. I am fortunate to have seen him play live once solo and put on an incredible show. He’s a legend. Condolences to his wife and loved ones.
March 10, 2024 @ 2:36 pm
Malcolm Holcombe may be the only musician who ever made me believe someone could break all the way through every artifice and be truly authentic, whatever that means. It seems that, mostly due to an unfortunate sense of direction, he walked straight through hell to get there. His catalog over the last twenty years is as formidable as anyone in music, country or otherwise. There was only one Malcolm, and ain’t no one walking through that door to replace him. Malcolm, thanks for the music. Godspeed as you wade across the Jordon to that Great Reward. And, Mrs Holcombe: thank you for everything you’ve done. We’ll be holding you and yours in our prayers.
March 10, 2024 @ 4:45 pm
The man was a mensch. We were fortunate to move to the Asheville area nine years ago. Shortly after that, I began hearing this guy on WNCW, and said “who the HELL is this?” I was volunteering at Beloved Asheville, a community organization serving the underserved, and its founder, Amy Cantrell, told me about this odd character who had come to her door one day and said something like, “I play and sing a little, and I’d like to help y’all out.” She asked around and learned that Malcolm was beyond the real deal. Shortly after that, he did a benefit at the Grey Eagle for Beloved. We went, and were thunderstruck at the genius, talent, and kindness of this guy. We went to hear him at every opportunity since. We came to call him “brother Malcolm,” because he inspired such affection and respect. We are heartbroken at his passing, but honored to have crossed paths with such a man.
March 10, 2024 @ 6:51 pm
Malcolm was born a little over a month before me. We grew up as friends a few houses apart just outside of Weaverville. As kids, we played baseball with other kids in the neighborhood in our makeshift ballpark – the “big yard” beside my house. Later on we were teammates on a little league team. You may not know this, but before that first guitar found it’s way into his gifted hands, he had a pretty darn good fastball! But when that guitar came along, that was all she wrote. It’s been way over 50 years ago, but I remember well the sound of that electric guitar as Malcolm sat for hours in his bedroom and played. Many a summer night I would sit out in my yard and listen to him play. That bedroom window of his was open and that amplifier worked quite well! I live in Charlotte these days, but saw Malcolm a few times when he came down and did a show at Evening Muse. My wife and I still have a card on which he wrote, “Come up to Swannanoa and have some supper”. I think those words sum up what a genuine good soul he always was. Wish I’d seen him one more time before he left us, but my memories of my old friend back in those mountains will always remain. The 50th reunion of our high school graduating class will be in a few months, and you can bet more than just me will have some Malcolm stories! Thank you Malcolm for these memories. But you’ll be with me tomorrow when I get in the car and slide in one of your CD’s. Your music lives on.
March 10, 2024 @ 7:54 pm
He was an icon in WNC and Asheville and an inspiration to anyone who got a chance to hear him.
March 10, 2024 @ 11:08 pm
I looked up Malcolm Holcombe and saw that he was produced by Ray Kennedy, who I remember had a big hit single of his own in the ’90s called “What a Way to Go”–with lines about being waylaid by a widow in Wyoming and hogtied by a hooker in Ohio. I bought two of Kennedy’s discs back then. Kennedy’s time in the spotlight was brief, but he also produced albums for Steve Earle. And I saw that Holcombe also worked with Verlon Thompson, whom I recognize as being Guy Clark’s chief collaborator on discs and in concert
So, I can say that Holcombe was respected by artists who I admire, though I’ll admit that I never heard of him before now.
March 11, 2024 @ 4:53 am
Loved that Ray Kennedy song! It’s been lost to the sands of time.
I was a little aware of Holcombes existence, seeing the name occasionally. When I listen to him, can’t help but compare the style to John Prine. Odd voice, quirky eccentric approach to writing, folk music song structures, and a real character. One of a kind for sure.
March 11, 2024 @ 5:19 am
I am stunned by this news. Last time I saw Malcolm was at the Sentient Bean Coffee House in Savannah, GA. There was only 15 or 20 people there. He was great of course. He was playing a Taylor guitar when he usually plays a Martin. I talked to him briefly afterwards and requested my fav song by him, “Dressed in White” and he played it. My fav album by him is A HUNDRED LIES which is most certainly a masterpiece. “Emma Jean” “Justice in the Cradle” terrific songs. “Teaching Michael Anthony” another favorite. I have numerous albums by him, all great. One of the most original, quirky performers I have ever seen, and I have seen many. Malcolm, you will be missed.
March 14, 2024 @ 6:11 pm
Didn’t he usually play a Gibson?
March 11, 2024 @ 5:35 am
a real songwriter, just look at the vid Trig posted, he was almost TOO real. An hardcore troubadour for sure.
March 11, 2024 @ 6:37 am
Many people knew he had the talent to make it big in the music industry long before he left Buncombe county. He was versatile, had a wide range and a knack for delivery of a fine melody. Sad to hear of his passing.
March 11, 2024 @ 9:41 am
gut punched.
all the brilliant songwriters who drift into view, then tumble out of the side view line.
but you always remember the voice, the energy, the way they see the world.
it stays with you long after the move to another market, or some other scene.
and i guess: it stays with you even more when they transition.
it’s the perfect clip to celebrate this life.
thanks for being the one to let me know.
March 11, 2024 @ 10:12 am
Very well done! Thanks.
March 11, 2024 @ 9:02 pm
I got to see him open (open!!) for Girls Guns, and Glory in Arlington VA in 07 I think. Iota Club, rip. Always loved to hear his gravel and wisdom. Learned of him from Soma FM Boot Liquor- give it a listen when Spotify boxes you in.
March 12, 2024 @ 7:58 am
“It’s authentic performers like Malcolm Holcombe that allowed Asheville to become known as the music town it’s known as today.” So true. I got turned onto the Asheville/Western NC in the late ’90s thanks to the vibrant singer/songwriter scene there, and migrated to it in 2001 thanks to a job at WNCW. There was no figure more brilliant, memorable, authentic, or selfless than Malcolm. He was always eager to perform live at our station, and he would always leave us on the edge of our seats with his songs, and his between-song banter of wisdom and wit: nuggets of further brilliance we refer to as “Malcolmisms”: “Gardening is just music from the earth” …”Gotta put your pants on one leg at a time”… And lyrics like “I will not hide from the words of justice / I will not join the cries of liars / I will not keep my heart from climbing from the dust I swallowed behind. …Great spirit lift me from despair / to your bosom sweet and fair” (“Conscience of Man”).
March 19, 2024 @ 3:19 pm
Sad that he’s gone, but very happy he was here. I’ve listened to Malcom for years though I only got to see him live once in NYC.
March 19, 2024 @ 3:21 pm
I first heard him on a podcast called the Nashville Nobody Knows. He played Back in ’29 and I was an instant fan