By Chris Salewicz
Robert Johnson was once, based on Eric Clapton, "the most vital blues singer that ever lived." An itinerant highway musician, with a weak point for whisky and ladies, his is a lifetime of natural legend-the guy who bought his soul for the satan, and thereby invented glossy track. priceless little is understood approximately his 27 years, or the conditions of his dying, or even the location of his grave is contested. during this mini-biography, acclaimed tune critic Chris Salewicz investigates the reality in the back of the parable, evoking an incisive profile of an enigmatic determine who, with simply 29 songs, replaced renowned song for ever.
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