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Woodshed

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  • Feb 9
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Scott Whitby, 2025


When I was a boy, the woodshed was a bad thing, a bad place.  We didn't have one except metaphorically but it's where I got corrected, straightened out.


Blues musicians refer to the woodshed as the place where they hone their craft, especially improvisationally.  They go there and get corrected...it's where they get it right.


Robert Johnson went there.  He came out and exposed a genre of music that continues to unfold today.  They say it was a deal with the devil but there was no devil, just a metaphorical woodshed.


Now I'm in there.  I won't be another Robert Johnson but I like the connection.  Being in there knowing what needs to be done.  And like him, getting corrected, straightened out.

 
 
 

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