75 years and two days ago a small, thin, shy young guitar player walked into a San Antonio hotel room that had been converted quickly into a make do recording studio. Some say that before the session he had spent his time at a crossroads nearby and there had sold his soul to the Devil for fame and fortune. He walked across the room to the microphone, picked up the chair and took a seat facing the wall, his back to the sound recordist, and began to play.....and thus Robert Johnson walked into history as the father of the delta blues and a legend was born.....


