This may be a SMALL thing, but seem to have a life of its' own. One of the twenty-nine songs of Robert Johnson is "Crossroad". By the passage of time and ear-to-mouth transfer of the title it has become crossroads by the addition of the s on the end. Let's set the record straight.
The CROSSROAD is singular and indicative of a very specific place where two roads intersect. To make it plural would indicate that there multiples of that intersection. That is why I call my show "Sittin' At The Crossroad", referring to the specific intersection of Wednesday afternoon and WWOZ. ( Please ignore the program schedule on this site. ) So, when you hear someone refer to crossroads, crossroads blues, At the crossroads or any other plural form of the word, please ask, "Do you have a specific crossroad in mind?"
While we are at it, let’s take care of one other blues myth at the same time. Lonnie Johnson (no relation to Robert) was the bluesman that sold his soul to the devil at The Crossroad on a full moon night as told in his biography. In his telling of how he gained his guitar abilities Robert said that he had gone to a grave yard on a moonless night to meet with the devil. While both of these stories are likely to be highly embellished versions of the truth, it is for more believable that their skills were the result of some serious woodshedding.
Just a little quirk of mine I suppose.
May your dreams grow tall, may your worries be small, and
May all your blues be on the radio.