Blind Willie Johnson seemed to know early on that his future lay at the crossroads of two vocations. He built a cigar box guitar for himself when he was only five and told his father that proclaiming the things of God to the masses was his desire. He grew to become a preacher, and yes, a bluesman too. The story goes that, when he was seven, his father beat Willie’s unfaithful stepmother; she took bitter revenge by throwing lye in the young boy’s face, permanently blinding him. Continue reading
When I was a kid, in the back of many of my comic books, there was an ad for the Johnson Smith Company. This was a company that provided novelty items: whoopee cushions, hand buzzers,
Have you ever had to wait on something for a long time?
Or maybe it seemed like a long time, but was really a short time?
Maybe it’s when that person just won’t move when the light turns green, or the long checkout line, or the doctor’s office. But then, there are those times when the minutes turn into hours, the hours into days, then weeks, and perhaps, yes, even years. Continue reading