This site is dedicated, of course, to the real "Slappy" Dix (a distant cousin, I'm proud to say!), a great troubadour and a hero to guitar pickers everywhere. Slappy passed away in the spring of '93 after a protracted, yet courageous battle with his loans officer at the local credit union.Slappy always said, "If it don't fit in a pine box, then it won't fit in yer heart!" Though typical of Slappy's pithy aphorisms, some people found the comment troubling. His wife, Krenell, always said that Slappy's passing filled her heart with a mixture of sadness and relief. It was true that in later years, Slappy's music mutated, a darker tonality became evident; a tinge of moral relativism began to creep in. Listen closely to his last big hit, "There's A Deviled Egg In My Lunch Box". The sacred and the profane begin to merge together, blurring Slappy's true intent, an intent so obvious and "in yer face" a decade earlier, that he triumphantly proclaimed himself to be, "Raisin' Cain While I'm Still Able". Still, the modulation into a minor key at the end of "Raisin'..." may not have been spotted by the casual audiophile. The almost inchoate dithering of that last fading chord signaled, to some of us, that change was manifesting in Slappy's world.This change gained momentum as the final chapter in Slappy's heavily blogged life meandered to a close. He fought it as best he could. Two weeks before his passing, Slappy released his final paean to a simpler time, "Parking My Pickup In Your Reserved Spot". Some consider this his best work - others just shake their heads and mumble that "Twitters & Pickles", the album on which PMPIYRS is the opening track, deserves to be shelved on a discount rack labeled "Vanity".Time will tell.
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