My music taste goes through phases. I love the blues. I grew up in a Canadian town which borders the United States. I was about an hour from Detroit Michigan. While the city itself moderately frightens me there was one thing that always felt to be more comfortable than things of my own town, and that was the music. The Detroit music scene is and was a hotbed for various talent. I remember staying up dialing on the radio, various AM blues and motown stations until my eyes couldn’t hold themselves open anymore.
I had been stumbling online recently and came across some music by Robert Johnson. If you aren’t familiar with his music or his legend, check him out on Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Johnson_(musician)
He is a blues legend. Story goes “According to Blues folklore, Robert Johnson was a young black man living on a plantation in rural Mississippi. Branded with a burning desire to become a great blues musician, he was instructed to take his guitar to a crossroad near Dockery’s plantation at midnight. There he was met by a large black man (the Devil) who took the guitar from Johnson, tuned the guitar so that he could play anything that he wanted, and handed it back to him in return for his soul. Within less than a year’s time, in exchange for his everlasting soul, Robert Johnson became the king of the Delta blues singers, able to play, sing, and create the greatest blues anyone had ever heard.”
Now the truth of this story isn’t important. The music, the amazing music, is surreal. Check him out if you have the chance.
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