This is one of my old favorites...
The idea for this poem came from a poem by John Sinclair (White Panther Party founder and MC5 manager), on the Delta blues myth of the crossroads. I just made a poets' version of the mythology (and by the way, it's not the Devil a bluesman hopes will visit and tune his guitar, it's Papa Legba...)
This version of my band Brass Orchid had the same lineup as in the Estelle's gig, with the addition of a concert pianist who moved to Boston a few months after I recorded this over a rehearsal take. We used to rehearse at her place, playing next to her baby grand. It was so cool...
[One last thing: One of my musician buddies said he never liked the arrangement because the piano didn't fit, but I liked the opposing tension of her improvising with the other players.]
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