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Ricardo -> RE: robert johnson (Mar. 19 2013 11:21:35)
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ORIGINAL: rickm
robert johnson back in the day would hang around the juke joints and try and worm his way in to play with the likes of Son House and Willy Dixon who were the big names in blues at the time. They schooed him away, get out of here kid you cant play. this happened several times.
Robert disappeared from the juke joints for a couple years, came back and astonished everyone with how good he could play and his musicality. When asked where he was, he would either say the wood shed, [coing a blues term] or the crossroads. People assumed he meant he went to the cross roads and sold his soul to the devil to be able to play.
Thus was born the legend. learning point, never give up when some one tells you cant play or arent good enough.
I often looked at my early young time spent with the guitar (12-16 years old) felt very much like giving up a huge chunk of my social life. I went through another similar period in College when I started switching from electric guitar to aucoustic and ultimately began flamenco. Those times were very lonely but very important. You do feel a bit like trading a part of your soul or life to do that work alone, but later the rewards are there. I am glad I did the woodshed thing at those times rather than when I was very young playing with friends outside or much older when i would have been working a day job.
ricardo
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