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I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy now,
Save poor Bob, if you please"


"Crossroad Blues" - ROBERT JOHNSON


INTRODUCTION
This website will recount the often troubled history of one
particular song. The composition in question is "Crossroads", written by
Robert Johnson. This haunting piece is one of the best-known examples of the
Delta Blues and it has subsequently been re-recorded by hundreds of artists.
But in a strange twist of fate, some would say that the song is cursed.
Although Johnson's recording career was very brief, his life story
has taken on mythical proportions in the years since his death. In rural
folklore, the intersection of two roads was often regarded as an evil place,
the site of black magic. This notion dated back to early mythology in Africa
and Europe. As these pagan cultures were forcibly assimilated by Christian
society, some of their original beliefs were blended with the new religion.
So according to the legend, Johnson went down to the crossroads and made a
pact with Satan. The devil promised to fulfill his dreams, thus Johnson
traded his eternal soul for his extraordinary talents. Of course, the devil
wouldn't allow him to enjoy his success and the lord of the underworld soon
claimed his prize. Even though Johnson's musical legacy would eventually
earn worldwide acclaim, he never had a chance to enjoy the fruits of his
labor.
But while the legend of Robert Johnson is interesting enough on its
own, there is much more to the story of "Crossroads". In addition to the
bluesman's untimely death, there have been a string of tragedies associated
with musicians who have performed the song over the years. Eric Clapton,
Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the Allman Brothers Band have all experienced the loss
of group members or loved ones. My website will also delve into these other
occurrences. Personally, I don't believe that this song is actually cursed.
While there have certainly been some terrible misfortunes associated with a
number of the artists who have recorded the composition, I think these are
merely coincidences. Nonetheless, it's another fascinating aspect of the
"Crossroads" legend. Even now, this tale from American folklore still
endures.

FROM GENESIS TO REVELATION
Robert Johnson was born on May 8th, 1911 in Hazelhurst, MS. He was
the illegitimate son of Julia Dodd and Noah Johnson, a man whom he would
never know.
Photo courtesy of Delta Haze Corporation
Steady work was scarce, so he and his mother were forced to move often, as
she sought employment in Memphis and various parts of the Delta. While he
was still just a young boy, he went to work in the cotton fields on a
plantation near Robinsonville, MS. It was a bleak existence, so he turned to
music for comfort. At the age of seventeen, he married his childhood
sweetheart, Virginia Travis. He loved his young bride dearly, but their
romance was short-lived. In April of 1930, little more than a year after
they were wed, his wife died during childbirth. Johnson was absolutely
grief-stricken and this incident marked a turning point in his life. From
then on, he traveled constantly, devoting all his time and energy to his
music.

TOMBSTONE SHADOW
Over the next few years, Johnson worked tirelessly to hone his
craft. He and his friend Willie Brown would often sit on tombstones, writing
ominous melodies and drinking moonshine. Although he could not read music,
he had a keen ear and often imitated the styles of other musicians. From
watching fellow guitarist Son House, he was inspired to develop his own
bottleneck slide technique. He also played with Charlie Patton and Sonny Boy
Williamson, performing in juke joints throughout the Deep South. But Johnson
was quite ambitious and he was not satisified with the moderate acclaim he
had received. Since many of his contemporaries were envious of his
musicianship, this may have led them to spread false rumors about him,
whispering that he had gladly paid the Devil's price to satisfy his own
ambition.

I BELIEVE I'M SINKIN' DOWN
Undisputed facts about Johnson's life are few and far between. More
often than not, his legend has obscured the few grains of truth which can be
discerned. According to the myth, the young bluesman desperately longed for
fame and fortune. Johnson was not satisified with his own musical abilities
and felt that he needed more talent to achieve success. He was already
bitter toward his creator, blaming God for the death of his beloved wife and
unborn child. Despondent and irrational, he made a momentous decision. At
the stroke of midnight, he walked down to the windswept crossroads at the
junction of Highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale, MS. Reciting an ancient
incantation, he called upon Satan himself to rise from the fires of Hell. In
exchange for Johnson's immortal soul, the devil tuned his guitar, thereby
giving him the abilities which he so desired. From then on, the young
bluesman played his instrument with an unearthly style, his fingers dancing
over the strings. His voice moaned and wailed, expressing the deepest
sorrows of a condemned sinner.

THE TEXAS SESSIONS
In 1936, Johnson was approached by Don Law, a producer who worked
for the American Record Company. Law was eager to record the bluesman,
offering to pay him between $10 and $15 for each song. The first sessions
occurred later that year, at the Gunter Hotel in San Antonio, TX. Johnson
played some of his own compositions and also modified the work of other
artists, recording seventeen songs on November 23rd, 26th, and 27th. If he
was not fully satisfied with his performance, he would record an alternate
version. But Johnson was a confident musician and he had been playing these
compositions for years. As a result, most of the songs were recorded on the
first take.
While in town, he was arrested for vagrancy and thrown in jail. At
the station, the police beat him and smashed his guitar. Rather than risk
further abuse at the hands of the officers, Johnson asked them to contact
Law. The producer verified the bluesman's story and subsequently posted his
bail. Although this incident might have seemed quite traumatic, it
apparently had little effect on Johnson. After recording "Crossroad Blues"
and several more songs in the days that followed, he left San Antonio and
resumed his wandering lifestyle.
The next sessions took place during the summer of 1937, at the
Brunswick Records Building in Dallas, TX. On June 19th and 20th, Johnson
performed twelve more songs for Don Law. Once again, a handful of alternate
versions were also recorded. As before, Johnson received a modest cash
payment and no royalties. Although the producer was already making plans to
conduct some additional sessions in the future, he would never see Johnson
again. The troubled bluesman had a date with destiny.

THE DEVIL TAKES HIS DUE
Just as the story of Johnson's life is filled with contradictions,
the circumstances of his death also remain murky at best.
Robert Johnson's gravesite. Photo courtesy of Blue Highway
The most likely explanation is that the bluesman was poisoned with
strychnine by a jealous husband, after Johnson unsuccessfully attempted to
rekindle an old romance with the man's wife. Following his spurned overture,
he was drinking at a juke joint with Sonny Boy Williamson. His friend
strongly cautioned him not to drink from an open whiskey bottle on the
table, but Johnson paid him no mind. He suffered terrible convulsions and
died several days later, on August 16, 1938. Even in death however, Johnson
could not find any lasting peace. To this day, his final resting place is
still the subject of considerable debate. In Mississippi, there are actually
two different grave sites which bear his name.

RIPPLES IN THE OCEAN
Without the solid foundation of the blues, rock and roll would
probably not exist. During the decades since his death, Robert Johnson's
music has influenced countless other artists. In the most immediate sense,
his style was adopted and imitated by the blues musicians who followed in
his footsteps. Then in turn, these artists had an effect on subsequent
generations.

His legacy can be heard in a broad spectrum of music, from jazz to R & B to
rock. And in recent years, he has finally begun to receive the credit he so
richly deserves. In 1986, he was inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of
Fame as one of the forefathers of rock music. Further recognition came when
the U.S. Post Office issued a commemorative stamp in his honor on September
17, 1994. It is impossible to calculate the full impact of Johnson's music,
as the ripple effect continues to spread outwards. But clearly the lonely
bluesman from Mississippi has achieved the fame which he craved during his
short life.

Early this mornin'
When you knocked upon my door
Early this mornin', ooh
When you knocked upon my door
And I said, "Hello Satan,
I believe it's time to go."


"Me And The Devil Blues" - ROBERT JOHNSON

http://www.stormloader.com/users/crossroads/



I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy now,
Save poor Bob, if you please"


"Crossroad Blues" - ROBERT JOHNSON

Eric Clapton,
Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the Allman Brothers Band have all experienced the loss
of group members or loved ones.

http://www.stormloader.com/users/crossroads/



I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy now,
Save poor Bob, if you please"


"Crossroad Blues" - ROBERT JOHNSON


INTRODUCTION
This website will recount the often troubled history of one
particular song. The composition in question is "Crossroads", written by
Robert Johnson. This haunting piece is one of the best-known examples of

Delta Blues and it has subsequently been re-recorded by hundreds of

But in a strange twist of fate, some would say that the song is cursed.
Although Johnson's recording career was very brief, his life story
has taken on mythical proportions in the years since his death. In rural
folklore, the intersection of two roads was often regarded as an evil

the site of black magic. This notion dated back to early mythology in

and Europe. As these pagan cultures were forcibly assimilated by Christian
society, some of their original beliefs were blended with the new

So according to the legend, Johnson went down to the crossroads and made a
pact with Satan. The devil promised to fulfill his dreams, thus Johnson
traded his eternal soul for his extraordinary talents. Of course, the

wouldn't allow him to enjoy his success and the lord of the underworld

claimed his prize. Even though Johnson's musical legacy would eventually
earn worldwide acclaim, he never had a chance to enjoy the fruits of his
labor.
But while the legend of Robert Johnson is interesting enough on

own, there is much more to the story of "Crossroads". In addition to the
bluesman's untimely death, there have been a string of tragedies

with musicians who have performed the song over the years. Eric Clapton,
Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the Allman Brothers Band have all experienced the loss
of group members or loved ones. My website will also delve into these

occurrences. Personally, I don't believe that this song is actually

While there have certainly been some terrible misfortunes associated with

number of the artists who have recorded the composition, I think these are
merely coincidences. Nonetheless, it's another fascinating aspect of the
"Crossroads" legend. Even now, this tale from American folklore still
endures.

FROM GENESIS TO REVELATION
Robert Johnson was born on May 8th, 1911 in Hazelhurst, MS. He was
the illegitimate son of Julia Dodd and Noah Johnson, a man whom he would
never know.
Photo courtesy of Delta Haze Corporation
Steady work was scarce, so he and his mother were forced to move often, as
she sought employment in Memphis and various parts of the Delta. While he
was still just a young boy, he went to work in the cotton fields on a
plantation near Robinsonville, MS. It was a bleak existence, so he turned

music for comfort. At the age of seventeen, he married his childhood
sweetheart, Virginia Travis. He loved his young bride dearly, but their
romance was short-lived. In April of 1930, little more than a year after
they were wed, his wife died during childbirth. Johnson was absolutely
grief-stricken and this incident marked a turning point in his life. From
then on, he traveled constantly, devoting all his time and energy to his
music.

TOMBSTONE SHADOW
Over the next few years, Johnson worked tirelessly to hone his
craft. He and his friend Willie Brown would often sit on tombstones,

ominous melodies and drinking moonshine. Although he could not read music,
he had a keen ear and often imitated the styles of other musicians. From
watching fellow guitarist Son House, he was inspired to develop his own
bottleneck slide technique. He also played with Charlie Patton and Sonny

Williamson, performing in juke joints throughout the Deep South. But

was quite ambitious and he was not satisified with the moderate acclaim he
had received. Since many of his contemporaries were envious of his
musicianship, this may have led them to spread false rumors about him,
whispering that he had gladly paid the Devil's price to satisfy his own
ambition.

I BELIEVE I'M SINKIN' DOWN
Undisputed facts about Johnson's life are few and far between.

often than not, his legend has obscured the few grains of truth which can

discerned. According to the myth, the young bluesman desperately longed

fame and fortune. Johnson was not satisified with his own musical

and felt that he needed more talent to achieve success. He was already
bitter toward his creator, blaming God for the death of his beloved wife

unborn child. Despondent and irrational, he made a momentous decision. At
the stroke of midnight, he walked down to the windswept crossroads at the
junction of Highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale, MS. Reciting an ancient
incantation, he called upon Satan himself to rise from the fires of Hell.

exchange for Johnson's immortal soul, the devil tuned his guitar, thereby
giving him the abilities which he so desired. From then on, the young
bluesman played his instrument with an unearthly style, his fingers

over the strings. His voice moaned and wailed, expressing the deepest
sorrows of a condemned sinner.

THE TEXAS SESSIONS
In 1936, Johnson was approached by Don Law, a producer who worked
for the American Record Company. Law was eager to record the bluesman,
offering to pay him between $10 and $15 for each song. The first sessions
occurred later that year, at the Gunter Hotel in San Antonio, TX. Johnson
played some of his own compositions and also modified the work of other
artists, recording seventeen songs on November 23rd, 26th, and 27th. If he
was not fully satisfied with his performance, he would record an alternate
version. But Johnson was a confident musician and he had been playing

compositions for years. As a result, most of the songs were recorded on

first take.
While in town, he was arrested for vagrancy and thrown in jail. At
the station, the police beat him and smashed his guitar. Rather than risk
further abuse at the hands of the officers, Johnson asked them to contact
Law. The producer verified the bluesman's story and subsequently posted

bail. Although this incident might have seemed quite traumatic, it
apparently had little effect on Johnson. After recording "Crossroad Blues"
and several more songs in the days that followed, he left San Antonio and
resumed his wandering lifestyle.
The next sessions took place during the summer of 1937, at the
Brunswick Records Building in Dallas, TX. On June 19th and 20th, Johnson
performed twelve more songs for Don Law. Once again, a handful of

versions were also recorded. As before, Johnson received a modest cash
payment and no royalties. Although the producer was already making plans

conduct some additional sessions in the future, he would never see Johnson
again. The troubled bluesman had a date with destiny.

THE DEVIL TAKES HIS DUE
Just as the story of Johnson's life is filled with contradictions,
the circumstances of his death also remain murky at best.
Robert Johnson's gravesite. Photo courtesy of Blue Highway
The most likely explanation is that the bluesman was poisoned with
strychnine by a jealous husband, after Johnson unsuccessfully attempted to
rekindle an old romance with the man's wife. Following his spurned

he was drinking at a juke joint with Sonny Boy Williamson. His friend
strongly cautioned him not to drink from an open whiskey bottle on the
table, but Johnson paid him no mind. He suffered terrible convulsions and
died several days later, on August 16, 1938. Even in death however,

could not find any lasting peace. To this day, his final resting place is
still the subject of considerable debate. In Mississippi, there are

two different grave sites which bear his name.

RIPPLES IN THE OCEAN
Without the solid foundation of the blues, rock and roll would
probably not exist. During the decades since his death, Robert Johnson's
music has influenced countless other artists. In the most immediate sense,
his style was adopted and imitated by the blues musicians who followed in
his footsteps. Then in turn, these artists had an effect on subsequent
generations.

His legacy can be heard in a broad spectrum of music, from jazz to R & B

rock. And in recent years, he has finally begun to receive the credit he

richly deserves. In 1986, he was inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of
Fame as one of the forefathers of rock music. Further recognition came

the U.S. Post Office issued a commemorative stamp in his honor on

17, 1994. It is impossible to calculate the full impact of Johnson's

as the ripple effect continues to spread outwards. But clearly the lonely
bluesman from Mississippi has achieved the fame which he craved during his
short life.

Early this mornin'
When you knocked upon my door
Early this mornin', ooh
When you knocked upon my door
And I said, "Hello Satan,
I believe it's time to go."


"Me And The Devil Blues" - ROBERT JOHNSON