Blind Willie Johnson’s music, hurtling into TransPlutonian Space suggests the limits the classicism, how there is more to life than just logic, just the Western ideal of beauty. His music is a time capsule of the suffering of African Americans, around the turn of the 20th Century. From a poor begging busker, singing religious tunes with a tin cup wired to his guitar, to infinity and beyond. A pinnacle and an encapsulation of the Human experience, in microtones and offbeats. A championing of the

Nobody's fault but mine - one of my alltime favorite songs to sing. Blind Willie Johnson wrote this masterpiece and here's my take on it, recorded in Estonia at the Augustibluus festival 2025. 👍 Love this place, people and the festival, awesome cathedral with looong reverb.. Playing on a 1936 Levin model 195, awesome guitar! 😄 #blues #gospel #spiritualblues #estonia #haapsalu Augustibluus #acousticblues #levinguitar #levin195 | Johan Eliasson