Why was jazz viewed as devil music

music: The devil of the blues

He was born, he played guitar, he died. "This is the title of a feature article about Robert Johnson in" Rolling Stone ", dated February 4, 1971. Almost 60 years earlier, on May 8, 1911,

Robert Johnson was born in Hazlehurst, Mississippi. The date of his death is also known: August 16, 1938 in Greenwood, Mississippi. So far, so close are the key data. They are garnished by

all sorts of stories, anecdotes and "obituaries" of his fellow musicians and other contemporary witnesses.

Often they contradict each other; overall, however, they provide the image of a driven singer who is always on the run, perhaps having made a pact with the devil and

Guitarist who stood by some of the cradles of prominent rock musicians and rocked them vigorously. E.g. Keith Richards. He got Robert Johnson first and foremost from Brian Jones

pretended. Fascinated and full of ears, he soon asked about the second guitarist. . . But there was none. Keith: "And his guitar playing · it was almost like listening to Bach."

And: "It was like a comet or a meteor that came along and, boom, suddenly increased the stake and suddenly you had to aim higher yourself."

As much as he and Mick were fascinated by Johnson's "Love In Vain", they saw little point in simply copying the master. So you tried around for a long time, added a dash of more country

poured everything into a somewhat stricter form. . . And the best-known cover version of our British up-and-coming rock'n'blueslers, along with "Crossroads" by Cream, was finished 30 years after Johnson's death.

Although Mick gives one of his weaker ideas on "Love" and the song is also attributed to a Mr. Payne, the one who doesn't know too much about the roots of rock came up with it

Young listeners on this detour to the source. And that Robert Johnson sat directly at the blues source, as did Bach on the one on classical music, Satchmo on the one on jazz and Jimmie Rodgers on the source

of the country song, is a verifiable fact after all the now quite manageable musical events in this century.

We just have to believe his life story; we weren't there, didn't see anything. But being able to listen to part of his music is pure stroke of luck and only enables us to do that

comparative judgment, the hardly diminishing admiration for the legacy of an author of the very highest quality.

The fact that his mother fled with him when he was two should have shaped his life; eventually put him on the train to Memphis. There he lived with his stepfather for a while.

Afterwards with relatives in southern Mississippi. The family was huge. As soon as he found out where his relatives lived, he showed up to stay with her for a while · "I'm a

steady rollin man. . . "

Later, on the way with colleagues, this fleeting way of life continued in a slightly modified form: "We were staying some place and he got up in the middle of the night and left. Just like

that. "(Johnny Shines). And Muddy Waters:" He didn't seem to stay in one place too long. You know, kind of restless. "Robert hated the (cotton) field work, which is common for almost everyone in this area. He was a slacker for his stepfather. It is said that he often flogged him. Robert therefore disappeared time and time again. to have rest from him.

His first guitar: three rolls of wire, three bottles, three nails driven into the wall · and somehow. . . "Thanks" to all these circumstances, but above all out of determination, he became a traveling man

Singer, to the hobo par excellence: "I'm up in the morning, ah, blues walkin like a man... Travel on, poor Bob, just cain't turn you round."

In 1929, when he was 18, he settled down for a while. . . On February 16 of that year he had married Virginia Travis. He wanted to live a conventional life. Not least because of his pressure

Half sister. She was married to a priest and influenced him to quit devil music and become a religious person. He forced himself to farm

and made music on the side.

After the death of his child's mother in puerperal fever, he had become the epitome of evil for her family - the "murderer" of his wife. The effect: Robert gradually became the person who

one saw in him ...

He was obsessed with the idea of ​​going through life with the devil by his side: "Me And The Devil Blues". One of his friends from then: "He said that at midnight he signed the pact

would have closed at the intersection. He wanted to become a musician who could play anything.

This is the only way to play the blues, if you sell your soul to the devil. "If you listen to the" Cross Road Blues "sounding gruesome at any time of the day or night, not too much seems invented:

"I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees... Asked the lord above 'Have mercy, now, saver poor Bob, if you please' Standin at the crossroad, baby... I believe to my soul, now poor