Running low on inspiration today. Must be the weather. It's cold and grey outside, and raining. Not pleasant for the middle of April.
Anyway, I had mentioned Robert Johnson a while ago. He was a Delta blues musician who was rumoured to have made a deal with the Devil (at the now legendary crossroads) to become the world's greatest blues musician in exchange for his soul. This is a myth, of course. He was just a super-awesome bluesman.
Only two pictures exist of Johnson, and it is believed that his death wasn't accidental. He may have been poisoned by a jealous husband (or girlfriend).
29 of his songs are recorded, and he died in 1938, at the age of 27. There is a boxed-set compilation of all takes of his recordings, released by Columbia/Legacy.
"I got to keep moving...blues fallin' down like hail...And the days keeps on worryin' me/There's a hellhound on my trail."
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