Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Crossroads
As they approached the corner of Mulholland and West Sunset Blvd—a very tony neighborhood, not far from where Madonna lived-- Buck started softly singing, Robert Johnson’s iconic “Crossroads.”
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody just passed me by.
Richard loved the blues, and smiled as he heard his passenger sing a few lines from one of his favorite blues songs. He knew that the song was sung by a man who had reputedly made a pact with the devil, and he much liked the idea of a deal struck between a man in need of a ride and Satan, even if it was a little eerie to hear it sung now, by a smiling stranger who sat in the back seat of his jet black limousine.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody just passed me by.
Richard loved the blues, and smiled as he heard his passenger sing a few lines from one of his favorite blues songs. He knew that the song was sung by a man who had reputedly made a pact with the devil, and he much liked the idea of a deal struck between a man in need of a ride and Satan, even if it was a little eerie to hear it sung now, by a smiling stranger who sat in the back seat of his jet black limousine.
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