All blues fans know this Robert Johnson song, recorded in 1936, and the myth of his selling his soul to the devil at the crossroads. This is ‘the’ epitomic delta blues song. This is the man, murdered at age 27 yrs, who stands at the pinnacle of this musical genre and whom most acoustic blues players aspire to play like. I don’t come anywhere near him, few people do, but you’ve got to try.
By the way – though the song is complex to play, and sing, which I do badly – the special effect at the end was particularly tricky to organize.