Robert Johnson Opened the Gates of Hell for Elvis Presley

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Courtesy of Brandt Hardin

Robert Johnson supposedly made a deal with the Devil to obtain his blues licks and Elvis Presley was the televised Son of God. How appropriate that they share a death day at RockStarMartyr.net:

Even after the abolition of slavery, life in the Mississippi cotton fields was brief, brutal, and as boring as an aging preacher’s Sunday sermon. No wonder fieldworkers sought the fleeting comforts of cheap moonshine and loose women at the Saturday night juke joints.

Robert Johnson could mix it up with the best of them, but he was never one for hard work. His bizarre, spider-like fingers weren’t intended for cotton-pickin’ and penny-pinchin’. They were made for crawling across guitar necks, whiskey bottles, and the legs of middle-aged sugar mamas. If Johnson was going to suffer hell to make a dollar, it would be as a wayfaring musician. His road was full of adventure and ecstasy, but ended in hell just the same. On August 16, 1938, Robert Johnson became another silent corpse wrapped in the shrouds of rock n’ roll mythology.

As legend has it, Robert Johnson obtained his profoundly influential guitar licks after trading his soul to the Devil at a dark, isolated crossroads. As usual, Ol’ Scratch came through with the goods, but America was still dragging itself out of the Great Depression and debt-collectors were ruthless. Why should Satan be any different? Johnson had enough time to make his name as a blazing live musician and to record forty-two immortal tracks before Satan came to collect the player’s soul at the prime age of 27.

Like the crossroads myth, Robert Johnson’s handful of recordings would not surface until many years after his death. Also like the myth, these forty-two recordings have been open to interpretation and elaboration ever since. His slick slide guitar style was first taken up by black blues players. Son House, Muddy Waters, and John Lee Hooker were among the many to follow those smoking hoofprints to notoriety. Ultimately, it was only when Robert Johnson’s work was unearthed and re-released during the Delta blues revival of the 1960s that the man and the myth came into their own. White rock stars—Eric Clapton, Keith Richards, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Paul McCartney—rode Johnson’s Afro juju to the top of international charts, where the fires he unleashed burned the soul of Western civilization.

As a journeyman guitarist, Robert Johnson was the laughing stock of his juke joint peers. His unorthodox style sounded like a stray cat shaken violently in a metal trashcan. After a brief hiatus, Johnson returned to the scene with a totally unique style in which he would hammer a rhythm with his thumb while picking a slide melody with his fingers. Johnson’s recordings may sound like the goofy meanderings of a slap-happy simpleton to the average listener, but in those days he was the bee’s knees. No one had done anything like that before…

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  • DeepCough

    “All the best bands are affiliated with Satan.” ~Bart Simpson

  • DeepCough

    “All the best bands are affiliated with Satan.” ~Bart Simpson

    • http://www.facebook.com/winterisoverrated Fabian_Ramos

      true..

  • http://www.facebook.com/winterisoverrated Fabian_Ramos

    true..

  • Tuna Ghost

    Contrary to popular belief, it was Tommy Johnson who claimed to have sold his soul to the devil.  I admit it, I followed the directions I was given: went to the crossroads out in the middle of nowhere, waited for the Dark Man to come and tune my guitar, at which point he said “kid nobody plays guitar anymore, get yourself some turntables and a mixing board like everybody else”.  

  • Tuna Ghost

    Contrary to popular belief, it was Tommy Johnson who claimed to have sold his soul to the devil.  I admit it, I followed the directions I was given: went to the crossroads out in the middle of nowhere, waited for the Dark Man to come and tune my guitar, at which point he said “kid nobody plays guitar anymore, get yourself some turntables and a mixing board like everybody else”.  

    • DeepCough

      Hipster scum.

      • Tuna Ghost

        oh my GOD you are so in love with me it’s ridiculous

        • DeepCough

          Correction: gay hipster scum.

        • DeepCough

          Correction: gay hipster scum.

  • DeepCough

    Hipster scum.

  • Tuna Ghost

    oh my GOD you are so in love with me it’s ridiculous

  • Tuna Ghost

    oh my GOD you are so in love with me it’s ridiculous

  • DeepCough

    Correction: gay hipster scum.

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