I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees / I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees / Asked the Lord above “Have mercy, now save poor Bob, if you please” (Robert Johnson)

Mmm… you better come on in my kitchen babe, it’s goin’ to be rainin’ outdoors (Robert Johnson)

I can’t keep no money, Hellhound on my trail (Robert Johnson) Please make sure to read all about the hibernal journey of the great Beverungen, connoisseur of demons, the frequent companions of writers, singers & photographers.