Maybe his different homes, including Dallas and New York, account for his eclectic repertoire. And he is surely evolving after more than six years of writing and recording. But it is the versatility of his compositions, from cowboy dance tune to smoky ballad to radioworthy pop single, that gives him the flexibility to evolve.
At a recent Blind Pig show with his spare local lineup bassist Nick White and the incomparable veteran drummer Stuart Tucker Deatherage offered up straight-ahead midwestern bar rock with simple but serious guitar solos. His vocal control in every song was striking, as was his unexpected falsetto line-endings, reminiscent of local legend Frank Allison. Every number was a Deatherage original except for a credible Hank Williams send-up with some awesome yodeling.
Despite that choice of cover, I came away wondering why Deatherage's work has been described as country-rock. Then I listened to his 2001 release Dream upon a Fallen Star, which opens with the same number he used to open his bar set. On the CD, "Man of Me" (as in "Ain't that man of me?") features pedal steel and fiddle and immediately whisks you off to Todd's Texas honky-tonk roots. The next tune, "Desperate," calls out for dancing in cowboy boots to an extra-fast rhythm line behind a slower melody.