Robert Johnson

No one knows a damn thing and it has influenced like probably no one else. Three tombs, two (or three?) photos, born who knows when, died how and when even less. God, pardon me, the noble Devil, has ensured that 29 tracks of music have arrived, so haunting as to tear at the souls. In short, the apotheosis of the blues in its most delirious and enigmatic form. I don't believe he sold his soul to anyone... but, thinking about it, the only thing we have various testimonies of is that he was a lousy guitarist, he left, and after a while he returned a "phenomenon"... what beautiful stories!