Found from a reliable source. Bob, former manager at the Blues Museum, talked with HoneyBoy Williams link that Tommy Johnson sold his soul. All Robert Johnson was trying to do hitch a ride to the next time to perform. I heard the same out of Robert Plant link He told me that Robert Johnson disappeared for a while to practice. Probably practiced with add in. When he came back some one said, “He played so good like the devil was possessing him."
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Lucky me, my car broke down in my driveway in Clarksdale (2011). when I came back from Arizona. I came back with many things among these things was the La Santisima Muerta candle.
Did further investigation
of the La Santisima Muerta. Found out it was a cult that had its roots in Catholicism. Much like how Voodoo, took Saints from Catholicism and turned them
into gods. Found out that criminals and folks in desperate situations pray to
this goddess of death. Found it relevant to include La Santisima Muerta with
Blues, Faustian likehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faust, mythology of Tommy Johnson selling his soul to Papa
Legba Papa_Legba at the cross roads. Did a video on the La Santisisma Muerta https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Muerte
Found from a reliable
source. Bob, former manager at the Blues
Museum, Blues Museum talked with
HoneyBoy Williamsread about him here that Tommy Johnson https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_Johnson_(musician)sold his soul. All Robert Johnson Robert_Johnsonwas
trying to do hitch a ride to the next time to perform. I heard the same out of
Robert Plant. He told me that Robert Johnson disappeared for a while to
practice. When he came back some one said, “He
played so good like the devil was possessing him."
Shamefully, it was angst to
be without a car. I improvised by running to Walmart and buying a Mongoose
mountain bike. Went around town on that bike or by foot. Couldn’t seem to get
help from anyone. It was quite ridiculous; for there is always a reason to be
grateful. I was self-supporting, had my own place to live, had a job.
Regardless I felt bitter that no one would help me. If they needed help I would
have helped them. Not everyone lives by the same code of ethics. My cousin’s
husband, they are more like my aunt and uncle, who lives in Oxford,
and my Army roommate from AIT via phone, helped me get that Yarris from Memphis. This was my
second car that I bought on my own. When you are spending $800. here, $1200.
there to fix your car. It is cheaper to pay monthly on a newer car.
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