HELLHOUNDS ON MY TRAIL The Afterlife of Robert Johnson Directed and edited by Robert Mugge; director of photography, Lawrence McConkey; music direction by Robert Santelli; produced by Mr. Mugge and Jeff Sanders; released by Nonfiction Films and Mug-Shot Productions.
HELLHOUNDS ON MY TRAIL: THE AFTERLIFE OF ROBERT JOHNSON A concert film about the blues musician Robert Johnson and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's tribute to him.
Late in the going there came a succinct embodiment of that tension in two versions of "Hellhound on My Trail," one of the most venerated tunes of Johnson, the Delta bluesman.
You want to shove a camera in my face, you just f***** up my whole trail of thought".
By age 12, I'd left behind hundreds of activities, clubs and hobbies in my dusty trail of abandonment.
I know worrying doesn't do much good on the ground where it counts, but unlike the steady green line of where that little plane has been, for twenty-one years my vapor trail of worry has been out ahead of me, going in all different directions, plotting a multitude of potential courses.
His last documentary, "Hellhounds on My Trail: The Afterlife of Robert Johnson," a calm, scrupulously balanced portrait of the pioneering blues guitarist, was as much a study of the environment that spawned him as it was a biography.
The truth of the legend, along with speculation as to the whereabouts of that mythical crossroads and the cause of Johnson's death (was he poisoned by a jealous husband; did he die of pneumonia or syphilis?) are among the questions addressed in Robert Mugge's earnest, absorbing documentary "Hellhounds on My Trail: The Afterlife of Robert Johnson".
Losing one of my trail shoes and its funky elastic lacing "system" to it (three times) is about as miserable a waste of time as I can imagine.
At the time, I suggested to Bob that this line of thinking was not salubrious, and we subsided into another unmeasured period of silence, during which I discovered that the little red ants that had infiltrated the remains of my trail mix were the kind that bit.
