Sweet Home Chicago

August 16, 1938, American blues musician Robert Johnson died at age 27.


I’ve said this before and I’m saying it again.  It’s Bach, The Beatles, and the Blues! That sort of sums up my musical studies and today I’m back to the blues.

Robert Johnson is the guy who went to the crossroads and made a deal with the devil and came back playing his ass off.  He probably went away for 3 months and practiced his ass off.  

I get asked a lot how I learned the blues.

The answer is, I don’t know.

I do know it’s a feeling I relate to and I’ve always been drawn to it.   Unlike classical music which is written down, then you learn it, then you interpret it, the blues is physical. My body just gets with it and everything follows. The blues stories might be of losing or loving or whatever but the music transcends it all. Just go to an Eric Clapton concert, who by the way learned all of Robert Johnson’s licks. Which brings me to my next point. We are what we listen to.

So what’s my story? Who knows?  I listen to everything all day long.

But today I listened to all my Robert Johnson tracks. And maybe he did just make that deal with the devil.

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