I Shall Not Be Moved!





Dockery Plantation denizen,  Robert Crumb.






A hardscrabble and hard lived life.




If this ain't the essence of the blues I'll kiss your ass in front of the Post Office.  





Yeah, I was scared when I did it.  But it was worth it!





Robert Johnson.  Poisoned, dead at 28.




There must be something in the water in Mississippi.







God bless you, Mr. Crumb.  Thanks for the advice that I took seriously as a boy.  Tell that to Jack Kerouac when you see him in Hell.
Tomorrow.

























One hell of a good artist.  Maybe a little fucked up.


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