The story is pervasive in the Mississippi Delta area: where it is said the blues music genre was born. It was there, in the early 20th Century, that a young Black musician by the name of Robert Johnson, would take his steps into history. Though, for the most part, it wasn't because of his music, for it was said that he had no talent at all, and was terrible.
According to the legend, the young man disappeared for awhile. When he came back around, his talent with singing and playing the guitar had taken such a virtuoso turn that it would influence future blues players generations after his time. Some of his songs were haunting, almost mournful, as if he came upon his expertise at a price. That is when stories began to surface about the how.
Robert Johnson died young and, some say, under mysterious circumstances, as if his debt came due. Most rational explanations claim he ran afoul of love and was poisoned, but those reasonings don't often hold with the public. He disappeared into obscurity not long after his death, and only after a few decades did his memory resurface. In his life, we was conscious of mind enough to record all of his songs for posterity, so that his music would influence and inspire blues singers for generations.
As with any such supernatural or legendary story, the emphasis is put on where the event occurred. In this case, where were the legendary crossroads located?
Many over the decades claimed to know what crossroads in the Delta area Johnson went to for his fateful meeting. Two have historical markers, of which one is extremely elaborate. As with such things, there are those who capitalize on the supernatural for fame or profit. The thing to remember about those kinds of places of power is that they often make themselves obscure for a reason. It could be that one of the two is the actual Crossroads of Robert Johnson,... though unlikely.
Or perhaps it is the intersection of Lusk and Walker Roads, at the Lead Bayou, that he went to. A place that has remained obscure to this day.
Whatever the truth may be, the Land of the Delta Blues seems to have decided to keep it to itself. Perhaps it is for the best. There are many things we can do. That's not the question. Whether or not we should, is.