Well...I'm 40 this year and I've been listening to the Blues since I was 16. Like many of my generation, I was introduced to the Delta blues by the Movie "Crossroads". That movie changed my life and started a love affair with the music from the Delta that is still hot with me today. The same night I saw that movie, I came home and cut two inches off of a copper pipe sitting in my Dad's shop. I blew the dust off my Sears acoustic guitar (a birthday present, age 14) and started to really be inspired about playing. The Delta Blues has nursed me through some tough times over the years and has helped me celebrate the good times, too. I have always wanted to see where my heroes, Big Bill Broonzy, Robert Johnson, Elmore James, Muddy Waters and Son House lived. I'm hoping this pilgrimage will allow me to pay my respects, get me closer to those great men and infuse me with blues. Look out...the guitar's packed, my beautiful wife is on board and the plan's approved by accounting! We're headed down that highway - destination Delta.

Saturday, May 22, 2010



A Hot Day in the Mississippi Delta teaches you to slow down and take your time. We spent a big chunk of the morning in Clarksdale, touring the Delta Blues Museum and seeing sights in town. It's incredible that the shack that Muddy Waters lived in, (when he worked on Stovall Plantation) is actuallly inside the museum. We sat in that shack and watched a video on the remarkable life of Muddy Waters, Clarksdale's proudest son. The power of that experience alone is worth the trip to Clarksdale and I will never forget it! After touring Clarksdale we headed out to Stovall Plantation to see where Muddy Waters lived. Here is a video of that beautiful spot. Birds were chirping and the wind was rustling through the wheat as we walked around Muddy's home. It was hard to believe that I was standing in the very spot where Alan Lomax "discovered" Muddy Waters. That discovery changed the course of music history. If Lomax didn't travel to Stovall's, there would be no Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton or Jimi Hendrix! WOW. We listened to the Stovall Sessions on the car radio on our way back from Stovall, to grab lunch at Abe's BBQ in Clarksdale. A side note: we have eaten Barbeque everyday since we have been in the Deep South. Right now I'm thinking about tomorrow's barbeque. Seriously, there is nothing up North that even comes close Southern Barbeque. Even the poorest shotgun Shack down here, has a barbeque in front of it. Not a gas grill! I'm talking about a real honest to goodness smoking rig. Folks down here are all experts on Barbeque and the topic is a very sensitive one. Don't talk about Barbeque, just eat it -it's all good down here. After lunch, we headed south of Beulah to find the crossroad set from the movie "Crossroads". We found it but there is no longer a true crossroad at the spot. Bad weather must has caused some re-aligning of the roads. There is a cemetery there though and it's a creepy one to boot. Here is a photo of me beside a dead tree in the cemetery that has grown around a tombstone. If I look worried, it's because there's a bees nest in that tree behind me (the buzzing sounded like an airplane). I wanted to get my photo taken here because the movie meant so much to me and approaching fourty, I am nearing a crossroad of a different sort. I waited at the crossroad but no Devil Showed up, except...I did accidentally run over a snake when I turned into the place. Maybe I got him before he got me... ha ha. Seriously, I feel so bad about running over that snake.

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