From the hotel it was a short drive to the famous crossroads.
Around 1930, acclaimed bluesman Son House heard (Robert) Johnson play in Robbinsville, MS. He related how Robert "blew a harmonica and he was pretty good with that, but he wanted to play guitar.” Robert would watch House and his friend, Willie Brown, perform, and when they took a break he would pickup up one of their guitars. House remarked he was not good at guitar: “…such a racket you never heard!…get that guitar away from that boy” people would say, ”…he’s running people crazy with it.”
Then Robert disappeared for a season. Legend recounts that he found himself at a dark and deserted crossroads around midnight where he was met by a strange man. The man tuned his guitar and played a few songs and returned it to Johnson.
When he reappeared in 1932, the people were amazed at his unique and novel techniques and unusual voicing. When Robert played for Son and Willie; they were staggered by his improvement. “He was so good. When he finished, all our mouths were standing open.” The legend grew that he had sold his soul to the devil to become a famous bluesman. — www.clarksdale.com
From the crossroads we drove to the Delta Blues Museum. (No photos were allowed in the museum. Boo.) In the section about Robert Johnson it had a big panel on the wall saying he died at the age of 27, and on the other wall his death certificate that he died at 26. Wikipedia says 27 too.
Clarksdale has some nice big houses, but mostly it seems to be a pretty deprived area.
To Clarksdale library! Janice kindly gave me some bookmarks.
A quick five mile diversion to see a big Spongebob Squarepants, because it needed to be done.
