The Crossroads.

So the "Selling-Your-Soul-To-The-Devil-For-Dummies" Manual kinda puts it like this:

You show up right before midnight at the Crossroads (where Hwy 61 and Hwy 49 meet in Clarksdale, MS). Bring your git-fiddle. At midnight a clean-cut black man wearing a nice suit will show up. You hand him your guitar, which he'll tune and then he'll pick you a song. Then he'll hand you your guitar back, and walk away. Congratulations!!! From here on out you'll have hell-hounds on your trail!!! Happy Travels!!!

But from what I understand, as of lately, the Devil doesn't go there anymore. He just sends an associate down to the crossroads, with a written message:


"Dear Aspiring Guitar Slinger,

I got a bit tired of all these white boys that don't want to practice.

Best Wishes!
-The Devil

PS: Marilyn Manson freaks me out ."