
According to the rumour i was a real lousy guitarist and that much i can confirm, one musician i played for said i was embarrassingly bad but i was in awe of the brilliant musicians around me and i met a man who instructed me to take my guitar to a crossroad near Dockery Plantation at midnight where a man would meet me.
I had nothing to lose so off i went at midnight and there was a man standing there who took my guitar and tuned it and then played a few songs and then returned the guitar to me and said i would know be a master of the instrument in exchange for my soul.
Obviously, i assumed he was a nutter and had read to much Faust but him tuning it meant that what i played was now in key and my guitar playing improved 100%.
I went on to record 29 songs including 'I Believe I'll Dust My Broom', 'Dead Shrimp Blues', 'Malted Milk' and 'Milkcow's Calf Blues', i may have been granted a mastery of the guitar but my song naming left a lot to be desired.
Three years after that night, i was laying dead by the side of a road, poisoned by a bottle of whiskey laced with strychnine by the jealous husband of a woman i flirted with.
The obvious question is was it worth it? On the plus side i am regarded as one of the greatest guitarists of all time so yeah, i just wished i had made the deal include some better songs, being known for songs about Milkcows, Brooms and dead Shrimps is not that cool.
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