Meanwhiile, back in another part of town,… A small crowd gathered to see a wild eyed madman torture his guitar until it bled the truth, in red white and blue. I sat back in the shadows fearing his laser beam eyes would sear a hole through my brain. My head was dizzy and my soul was on fire as the first tones shot from his weapon (cleverly disguised as a flat top guitar).. Malcolm Holcombe may not be a wizard, maybe he is not a brujo a sorcerer or seer. But he breathes in the air and spits out fire. He must have been born in a Hurricane, or at least a thunder storm. Maybe he was the seventh son of a seventh son. He practices magic, he casts spells. But, there’s one thing certain: Malcolm Holcombe is a genius, he is the Southern Gothic Blues. (He played last night at Chickee Wah Wah and I am sorry if you didn’t make it. ) Photo above credit to http://www.malcolmholcombe.com/