Driving west on Highway 278 out of the hill country of Tennessee and Mississippi the landscape flattens out with cotton fields in every direction. All of the roads become elevated above the farmland; you can tell that overabundance of water is a big part of life here. Many parts of the Delta are prone to flooding. Arriving in Clarksdale without knowing the history would leave one to believe that this was just another sleepy farm town.
You arrive at the crossroads of Highway 49 and 61, this was the place that Robert Johnson supposedly sold his soul to the devil for the gift of playing the guitar. I guess it didn't work out too well for him since he died at 27. He was a pioneer in the music, Eric Clapton has called Johnson "the most important blues singer that ever lived". Downtown is the fabulous Mississippi Delta Blues Museum, you must see the log cabin where Muddy Waters grew up. What impressed me the most were the plaques by rock and roll bands presented to the museum. They were thanking the blues for their music. The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and Roger Stewart paying their homage to the music that they took and made their own.
We had lunch at Abe’s Barbeque at the crossroads on Highway 61. We talked about returning to this holy land of American Music. There is so much to hear that we were only teased for the day. Clarksdale is an undiscovered American music mecca yet to be spoiled by blatant commercialism. It is the real deal in American Music History.
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