I don’t think it’s easy to sing. And I don’t think it’s easy to play the drums! So for degree of difficulty how about trying to drum and sing? Enter Popsy Dixon. One basic observation is that the ballad is the tear-dropping landscape of his craft. He slows things down, taps the brakes and allows the listener to stop the presses and stresses, to check in with our emotional temperature. It would be tepidly stereotypic to label him as a soul singer. He is a torch singer, exploring the unrequited and ecstatic territories of love gone every which way. Largely understated and strenuously true, Mr. Dixon intermittently takes his falsetto elevator to the 21st floor of salvation. He operated in the now gone and indispensable band the Holmes Brothers, passing away January 9, 2015. Maybe a bit over the top to include 4 pieces, but they all carry that well. Just let him come show you the deep end of the pool.
Here’s what he does to a Gillian Welch composition and below a belly song by Tom Waits
the guitar pirouetter, Fred Frith