The crossroads is a mystical place. Where guitar player meets devil. Where man meets woman’s clothing. Where nut meets bush. I came across this album title (not literally) a little over two weeks ago.
It’s been floating in the starry sky of my Mac’s desktop. BTW, I checked on the lyrics, not a fun song. Seems there’s no whiskey in Nutbush. And if you get drunk, there’s no bail. What the hail?

The guitar sounds like Hendrix watering the lawn through a psychedelic hose. Ever seen a trippy hose?