Fired up and hungry like a pea vine train, he embarked on a musical pilgrimage to Mississippi in search of answers. Where did the music he used to play come from? He found himself standing at the devil’s crossroads, south of Dockery just before midnight, waiting for the man. Walking along the dirt track shortly after midnight, he felt pain in his feet. Looking down he realised he had nothing on them. When he looked up, startled, an old man was there and said “Ha, I see you’ve been to them crossroads”. Almost speechless, Robbie asked, “how do you know?”.” Well that’s easy” said the man.” Looks like ole Papa Legba took your souls!” Scared witless at this cold encounter, Robbie took off towards the plantation, guitar in hand. So, there it was, the start of an amazing musical journey, the start of barefoot blues, the album, the book and the rest they say is history.