We're all set to hit the road for another 6 weeks... Finally heading back home to Portland after a long, long journey.  Check out the dates on the calendar page!
 
xoxo Malcolm

 
http://www.etsy.com/shop/mlklm
 
i made an Etsy store for my little creations.  
 
xoxo Mal
 
also, the final blog from my bike tour is up:
http://slowkidonabike.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-pieces.html
 
 
 
x

Indie-folk singer Malcolm Rollick is going to need a serious nap when all is said and done, but for now she's pulling into Portland on her bicycle as part of her Portland to Portland Bike Tour.
She departed Portland, Ore., in March, and since then has been more on the road than off. All told, it will be an eight-month odyssey during which she'll log a heck of a lot of miles and save a heck of a lot on gas. But that's not why you should pay attention to her.
Be it plane, train, automobile or bicycle that brings her into town, her music is the real star. I spent the better part of an hour at www.malcolmrollick.com and on her MySpace page listening to songs from all three of her records. "Breaking Strays" is from Rollick's 2005 CD "Scaffolds." "Mama been lookin' me down in the graveyard, mama knows I'm wearing black again," sings Rollick in a voice reminiscent of Lucinda Williams and steeped in solemn honesty.
On her records, there are guitars and keys and violin, among other ethereal sounds. But the thing that will really get you is her descriptive writing and a voice that comes from some place where tumbleweeds zigzag across a dirt road, graveyards are sunny and angels like to tread.
 
-By AIMSEL L. PONTI
 
to see this article in context click here: http://pressherald.mainetoday.com/story.php?id=287975&ac=Go

... I've got it, in spades.  We are resting now in a small arts district in Buffalo, NY.  Chris is reading to me from Ishamael by Daniel Quinn while I try to find us places to sleep online.  We've been making friends with people via their pets, cuddling with park-happy puppies and watching the sun slip through the trees.  We are both looking forward to moving towards smaller cities, although this one does have it's charms.
 
Riding is easy and smooth... the air is cooler.  I layer up instead of layering down.  I listen to music and enjoy the views of Lake Erie as they come and go.  I steal concord grapes from the vine, and spit out the sours... savor the sweets.  I think my front tire is low, but I don't stop...  I wait.  It's not slowing me down. Here, people own all of the lake-side property.  Everywhere I ride, properties are for sale.  It is quiet, but there is a hidden stress in the air.  The lake, however, is calm and reflective; unconcerned with human affairs.  I am grateful wherever the world is green.
 
Sending Love,
x Mk

hey loves,
 
chris and i are sitting in holland, michigan this morning... eating free strawberries and drinking coffee.  spent the night in a city park, back behind the parking railings.... we drove chris' car into the woods and dropped a tent where no one could see us.  no cops, no trouble.  its nice having a car to jump into and find camping off of my bike route... hopefully it will keep me from singlehandedly supporting the rest stop motel industry.  
happy and resting today... just wanted to send a little update.  hope yer all well.  im playing in lansing tommorow night (August 29th)... maybe ill see a few of you there.
 
xoxo Mk