
It didn't matter if it was five people on barstools in a northeast Minneapolis dive or an appreciative festival crowd in Europe. Willie Walker, the Twin Cities' finest soul singer, sang every performance as if it might be his last.
Whether singing a chestnut by Johnnie Taylor or a bluesy original, Walker offered a delectable combination of sweetness and sadness that epitomized Southern soul.
In the midst of a late-career resurgence in which he won recognition from several national blues organizations, Walker died in his sleep Tuesday morning at his St. Paul apartment after returning from a recording session in Oakland. The cause of death is unknown.
His voice -- part velvet, part sandpaper -- was the perfect Memphisian mélange of Sam Cooke, Al Green and Otis Redding.
"To me, he was the greatest soul singer since Sam Cooke, who was his biggest hero," said Minneapolis musician Paul Metsa, who performed as a duo with Walker for the past nine years. "He was going to go to Chile on Thursday to headline a festival. In the last three or four years, the world finally realized how good he was. He got his due. And he couldn't have been more gracious about the accolades."
Sometimes billed as "Wee Willie Walker" for his 5 foot 5 stature, the natty soul man's resurgence began in the early 2000s when he hooked up with the Twin Cities' leading blues band, the Butanes, and recorded a series of well-received albums that brought him international attention.
More recently, a chance encounter led to renewed fame. About five years ago, blues harmonica star Rick Estrin was performing in Minneapolis and a friend invited him to go see Walker at Shaw's in northeast, his weekly gig with Metsa.
"He couldn't believe that I could be in what he called a little dump like this," Walker told the Star Tribune last year. "A few months after that I was a passenger on the Blues Cruise and I did a whole show with Rick and the Nightcats and from that day on, I got some recognition."