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.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

In a small town you have to be resourceful. Well, here is the next candidate for entrepreneur of the year! My dentist would have a coronary if she saw this...I think I see Xmas card potential here. Anyway, I digress.
Today, we visited the three (yes, three) gravesites of Robert Johnson and the grave of "Mississippi" John Hurt. These sites are located near Greenwood Mississippi. Back inFebruary, my friend Ken, kindly agreed to place one of my guitar picks on the grave of Robert Johnson. Ken was planning to visit the grave on the way to New Orleans. I asked him to help me make a physical connection and pay my respects because I never thought I would make it here. Since I did make it here, I felt it was my duty to help another musician make a connection to the Great One. Today, I placed one of Paul Teeter's picks on the grave of Robert Johnson. Paul is a sixteen-year old guitar player who is practising hard and showing great promise. I saw him play two songs at a cancer benefit, in Georgetown, back in April. He played "Red House" by Jimi Hendrix and did a really good job! He's got great tone and a killer vibrato for a dude his age. I hope lots of good mojo comes his way, now that part of him is here.
"Mississippi" John Hurt's grave required some off-roading. Dawn's well honed navigational skills were put to the test but she got us there, perfectly. Also, the Civic managed to survive the challenge. The grave is on a hill-top surrounded by beautiful forest. It is exactly the kind of place you would expect to find John Hurt's grave. Shady and peaceful, with the exception of a frightened Armadillo that went bounding off when we arrived at the spot.
So now I can cross these things off of my life-list. I visited four power-places of the blues today. What a day! Tomorrow we are off to Stephen LeVerre's Blues Heritage Museum(Stephen is the world's foremost expert on Robert Johnson), Greenwood and Leland (birthplace of Jim Henson and Kermit the frog).

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