Wah approached me recently with the idea of a collaboration on a blues-based image for a benefit for Virgil Brawley of the Juvenators, whose house recently burned down. We quickly settled on a focus—Robert Johnson—and a format: he’d take a photo and I’d trash it up a little.
The model in the photo, taken from a series of about twenty, is consciously imitating the hand placement of the most well-known photograph of Mr. Johnson (of the two known to exist):
The image is 20” x 20” and was printed on high-quality giclee paper, and duly turned over to me for whim-whammery. I dragged Jaysus over to Montgomery Hardware and bought most of the mailbox letters they had, and packed my stampabet and took it over to Jaxxie’s. There, cheered on by tequila, hateflu confusion, and a good chunk of the members of thee Glam Menagerie, I teased out a little poetry about Mr. Johnson.
I’m very proud of it. I love it, actually. I’d like to do a whole series focused on other seminal musicians and artists done in the same style. What do you say, Wah? I say the next few should be Elvis Presley, Wm. Faulkner, and perhaps Miss Welty.