It’s a hard blow for fans worldwide. Popa Chubby has always enjoyed a unique bond with French audiences, and his show at the Olympia this November had been highly anticipated. No one, however, feels the weight of this setback more than he does. Born Theodore Horowitz, he has lived entirely for music, constantly on the road and giving everything to the stage.
I first saw him in the mid-nineties at a long-gone New York City club, not long after the release of his major-label debut Booty and the Beast, produced by the legendary Tom Dowd. Over the years I caught him several more times, and every performance was a raw, unfiltered blast of blues-rock—towering solos, a gritty, soulful voice, and a punk -rock attitude.
There is, fortunately, a glimmer of hope. In his latest video message on Facebook, he admits that live performance is too painful for him right now, yet he hints at the possibility of recording new material in the coming months. Things are dark for him right now and the road ahead is uncertain, but if I were a betting man, I'd say we haven't heard the last of Popa Chubby.