January 9, 2005: terraplane blues

Lately, something with which I have been fascinated is the legend of Robert Johnson. He is a bluesman, living in the time before the Jenn and Brad breakup and GPS watches. According to legend, he learned to play the guitar the way Faust was permitted to do whatever it is he was permitted to do when he sold his soul to the devil. Which is to say that he sold his soul to the devil.
Whether or not this is true is certainly up to debate, and much like in any other tale of fantasy, the concept has been gentrified and explained using various sociological means (it has been suggested that he subscribed to the religion of 'hoodoo'). Despite attempts to de-awesome-ify his magic, his songs remain hauntingly awesome, as are many other pre-copyright blues tunes which I have found in turn (it should be noted that much of Johnson's repetoire still falls under copyright, thanks sonny bono, why don't you go marry cher).
one of these songs not by Johnson, "how can you have the blues," is so awesome I am planning on covering it with miss erica hart. it is by georgia tom and kansas city kitty.
anyways my point is that there is so much texture and awesomeness to be found in these blues, not only in lyrical content but in that they are real songs. Though I am famously in love with the Neptunes and all of their well produced goodness, there is definitely something tangibly beautiful in these songs, each of which are no more than vocals + guitars or vocals + piano.

lately my jones has been muisically recording in whatever fashion because it is something productive to do. I highly advise anyone to be creating art or anything in general, be it websites or pokemon trading cards; it is one of the most satisfying feelings to be had.