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27: Robert Johnson

Chris Salewicz

First published in Great Britain in 2013 by Quercus

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Copyright © 2013 by Chris Salewicz

The moral right of Chris Salewicz to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

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Ebook ISBN 978 1 78087 539 2

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Chris Salewicz has been writing about music and pop culture for over 30 years. He was at the
NME
in the late 1970s and early 1980s and has written for 
The Sunday Times
, 
The Face
 and 
Q
 magazine. His critically acclaimed books include
Bob Marley: The Untold Story
, 
Mick and Keith: Parallel Lines
and 
Redemption Song: The Ballad of Joe Strummer
.

I believe that my time ain't long
– ‘Ramblin' on my Mind'

Robert Johnson, the legendary bluesman who died in murky circumstances from drinking poisoned whisky on 16 August 1938, is widely considered the godfather of both rhythm and blues and rock 'n' roll.

In terms of contemporary culture, he is also the first on the list of immensely influential young men and women apparently fated to die at the age of twenty-seven following a ferocious flourish of talent. However, Robert Johnson was murdered; with the possible, and unlikely, exception of Rolling Stone Brian Jones, the only one on this eminent list to meet such a tragic end.

The shadowy nature of his passing, by poisoning, intertwined with the suggestion that he sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for his talent, has only added to his mystique as a dark figure – like a character from some Mississippi-set Jacobean tragedy reworked by Tennessee Williams. Yet nothing could be further from the truth. ‘Robert was one of those fellows who was warm in every respect,' said his friend Johnny Shines,
[1]
‘Robert was a fellow very well liked by women and men, even though a lot of men resented his power or his influence over women-people. They resented that very much, but, as a human being, they still liked him because they couldn't help but like him, for Robert just had that power to draw.'

So celebrated is his legend that in 1994 Robert Johnson's image appeared on the 29 cent US postage stamp, recognition of his more distinguished role as a black archetype of modern American mythology; a seemingly indispensible character onto whom since the early 1960s have been projected the dreams, fantasies, and aspirations of a myriad of largely white blues fans. These included a lonely young boy from Ripley in Surrey, England. ‘At first the music almost repelled me,' wrote Eric Clapton, who in the mid-1960s almost singlehandedly brought Robert Johnson to the fore in
Clapton: The Autobiography.
‘It was so intense and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play.'
[2]
In his biography
Chronicles,
moreover, Bob Dylan recalled that he broke down Robert Johnson's lyrics by handwriting them onto paper; through this process he discovered ‘big-ass truths wrapped in the hard shell of nonsensical abstraction – themes that flew through the air with the greatest of ease.'
[3]
Meanwhile, the Rolling Stones replicated Johnson's immortal ‘Love in Vain' with great exactness on their 1969 album
Let it Bleed
.

The seemingly eternal suffering expressed in Robert Johnson's lyrics held a library's worth of meaning for those tormented by late-teenage angst. Certainly there is an element about the white-boy worship of Robert Johnson that suggests that for some of his fans he held a position like that of an honorary noble savage, as though he were the personification of some primitive ‘otherness' through which they were put in touch with their own emotional truths.

Such a perception was reinforced initially because the bluesman's legend was established when very few facts were known about him. Now, thanks to the assiduous efforts of music historians, much of Johnson's life is reasonably well documented. The most enduring and most fanciful part of the myth of Robert Johnson, based on evidence supposedly gleaned from his writing and recording of the song ‘Cross Road Blues', is that one midnight at the Delta crossroads of Highway 61 and Highway 49 by Clarksdale, Mississippi, he sold his soul to the Devil in return for his extraordinary and unique guitar-playing abilities. On close examination this is a legend found to contain not an ounce of veracity.

Indeed, believers in the fable even got the wrong man; the blues performer who had a distinctly mutated version of this experience was not Robert Johnson, but the unrelated Tommy Johnson, his friend and fellow musician. Tommy Johnson is best known for his songs ‘Maggie Campbell Blues' and ‘Canned Heat Blues', and claimed to have found his sudden guitar-playing skill in such a night-time crossroads ritual, one that is integral to many African animist religions, a relic of the slavery era widely practiced to this day in the United States, the Caribbean and South America.

‘If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and you go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroad is,' said LeDell Johnson, Tommy Johnson's brother, to the blues scholar David Evans about Tommy's sudden guitar-playing skill and Tommy's claims of its provenance, offering a severely truncated version of what is in fact an African spiritual practice. ‘Get there, be sure to get there just a little 'fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself . . . A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want.'
[4]

The ‘big black man' in Tommy Johnson's account is interpreted by impressionable white Christian listeners as ‘the Devil'. In other words, the ‘Devil' is a big black man. And here is the unravelling of even more complex, deep-rooted prejudice; for if anything, the very notion of the black man selling his soul to the Devil at the crossroads is a white man's superstition, reliant on such northern European notions as the Faust legend.

So as well as being a fabrication, it is also indubitably racist, an easy explanation for a white audience of the extraordinary abilities of a black man. In reality, however, the truth of the life of Robert Johnson is far more prosaic. For example, his visible ‘evil eye', with which he was reputed to be cursed, was most likely nothing more than a cataract.

Brought into what became the United States by African slaves, animism-based religions and thinking remained ingrained in American black society; a number of interlocking, polytheistic religions provided a core belief system that, as time progressed, frequently intersected with aspects of Christianity. And as time progressed, animistic beliefs, which became known as ‘hoodoo' (perhaps because the word seemed less threatening than ‘voodoo'), developed as part of the collective unconscious of the US black community.

In West Africa there are such crossroad gods as Eshu (also Esu) in Yoruban mythology, and Legba in Benin mythology – these are the figures who have been misinterpreted as the ‘big black man' Devil character (inspired by the white man's terror of the supposedly primitive, intertwined with guilt over the very notion of slavery). As a glance at Joseph Campbell's
The
Hero with a Thousand Faces
will attest, Eshu and Legba have global parallel figures: for example, Japan's Chimata-no-kami, and ancient Greece and Rome's Hermes and Janus. And the theme of selling one's soul at the crossroads is prevalent not only in blues music like Johnson's, but also in works of American literature such as Nathaniel Hawthorne's ‘Young Goodman Brown' and Washington Irving's ‘The Devil and Tom Walker'.

The notion of Robert Johnson selling his soul to the Devil at the crossroads in some sort of mystical car-boot sale is extremely potent for young blues aficionados – like Robert Plant, who allegedly possesses a pouch of earth taken from the ground at the crossroads where Robert Johnson allegedly took part in such a ceremony. (Led Zeppelin's 1969 track ‘The Lemon Song' included the line ‘You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg', from Robert Johnson's ‘Traveling Riverside Blues'.)

Even the fact that Johnson recorded ‘Cross Road Blues' only demythologizes the fable. He recorded the song in San Antonio, Texas, on 27 November 1936, his first recording session. But if you listen to the lyrics, they are about trying to hitch a ride, from the perspective of a young black man likely feeling imperilled by being alone at night in the murderously threatening atmosphere of the white-controlled, Ku Klux Klan-dominated American South. ‘Hellhound on my Trail' can as readily be interpreted as the fear of a fugitive pursued by a lynch mob.

It's all a metaphor. Eshu (and Legba) is a benign force, an encouraging entity to assist you in life's journey. So why was it replaced by ‘the Devil'? Because this was the closest that followers of a polytheistic religion could come to explaining such characters as Eshu to followers of a monotheistic religion. Eshu is not an adversarial figure. Is the idea of selling your soul to learn a skill not too far from Carl Jung's notion that artistic development is always at the expense of other areas of one's character? Or could it also mean a period of vanishing into a metaphorical wilderness to find oneself?

Robert Johnson was supposed to have been a mediocre player, at first. After several years, it finally came together for him, and he gained his superior command of rhythm – and inflection – and in that combination something extraordinary began to happen.

But the very notion of Eshu is that he is the ‘trickster'; so are we being tricked here? For Robert Johnson was undoubtedly aware of the world of hoodoo. In his remarkable ‘Hell Hound on My Trail', he sings that ‘hot foot powder' has been sprinkled all around his door, keeping him with ‘a rambling mind' – as the peripatetic Johnson was so often remembered by those who knew him. ‘Hot foot powder', a mixture of herbs and minerals, was available from stores that dealt in hoodoo products; it was used as a means of ridding yourself of unwelcome individuals. Most likely, Robert Johnson's mention of it is as a metaphor, but he would certainly have known his way around the products in a hoodoo store.

‘These stories,' writes Catherine Yronwode, ‘seem to be prescriptions for a way to contact a specific, helpful spirit – and the specificity of the crossroads spirit's power is quite apparent: he is a teacher spirit who will accelerate one's mastery of mental, manual, and performing arts. The man at the crossroads does not steal your soul or condemn you to perdition or make any unholy bargain with you. He takes your offering and then he teaches by example and transference of power.'
[5]

As part of the legend of Robert Johnson is his pre-eminent position in Delta blues, it is worth pinpointing where this lies geographically. The Mississippi Delta, which is not really a delta but part of an alluvial plain, should not be confused with the Mississippi River delta, which lies some three hundred miles south of this area. The region connected to Delta blues consists of the north-west section of the American state of Mississippi, as well as adjacent parts of Arkansas and Louisiana, the section lying between the Mississippi and Yazoo Rivers.

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