Dear Humans,

Robert Johnson was a blues singer and guitar player in Mississippi in the 1930s. One time he played for some other bluesmen. He wasn’t very good and they laughed at him. A year later he played for the same guys, and they were amazed at how good he had gotten.

So they came up with the story that he went to the crossroads and sold his soul to the devil to be able to play that well.

Of course, that’s not true. But I don’t even think it’s a better story. I think the story of Robert Johnson practicing, learning, and mastering the guitar is much more intriguing. Because that’s a story we can all tell about ourselves.

Sincerely,

Mr. Heimbuck