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You can't hear a blues tune or a rock tune that
don't have some of Robert's chords in it.
The songs and the subject matter, let alone the guitar playing,
which is very much like Bach,
and the voice is so eerie...
...You put that in a class by itself, you know, and Johnson is.
Did you and Robert go together for a while?
I guess about six or seven months, something like that.
Before he left and went somewhere to make records.
He said he's going to make... make some records.
You know
If I don't never No more see you, honey
He'd follow me and Willie around.
And every time we stopped to rest
and set that ol' guitar over in the corner or something,
he trying to play it and be just noising the people, you know.
And the folks, they'd come out, say,
"Why don't some of y'all go down and make that boy
put that thing down, he running us crazy."
Look who's coming in the door, got a guitar on his back.
He said, "Oh, that's little Robert." I said, "Yeah, that's him."
I said, "Boy, now where you going with that thing?
To noise somebody else to death again?"
He said, "No, just give me a try." I said, "Well, okay."
He had an extra string he put on
a six-string guitar, made him have-- it's a seven-string.
Something I ain't never saw before, none of us.
And when that boy started playing,
oh, he was gone!
Who was your father?
Robert...
Lee Johnson.
I remember him
because the second time he came to my grandfather and grandmother's home
to visit me, I was near seven years old.
And I remember him right now,
just like it happened.
But I never seen him again.
Ol' Robert did like to drink a lot of whiskey
and crazy 'bout his womens.
That's two things he was crazy about, whiskey and womens.
Next to this highway over here,
there was a big juke house, but all this was flat in here.
And the big archives, man, you should
right behind, betwixt this side and that, right behind the store.
This is the place.
Robert Johnson motivated me to be a musician.
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