Robert Johnson & The Crossroads

No one was there the night Robert Johnson made his deal with the Devil, except Robert Johnson, the Devil, and the Devil's Hellhound.

It's rumored that Robert Johnson, late one night and wandering his way on backroads found himself accidentally at the crossroads — between Route 61 and Route 49, right where the Devil had marked an X.

A dog lay in the ditch by the road, howling a soulful sound no man had heard and lived to tell about. It pierced his soul, filling him up from his boots to his chest, and as he stood, so sharp and gorgeous that it made his guitar vibrate and sing all by itself. 

A man approached from behind.

The man says, “The dog ain’t for sale, Robert Johnson, but the sound can be yours. That’s the sound of the Delta Blues.”

Robert Johnson couldn't ignore it.

“I got to have that sound, Devil-Man. That sound is mine. Where do I sign?”

He signed away his soul that night, and has lived in legend since. He walked away with one ring, worn only on his guitar-playing hand, that made his guitar sing like the hound whose soul it had been cast from.