A voice from somewhere else, a steel string acoustic guitar and a pressed white shirt, a man asks, “don’t you mind, people grinnin’ in your face.” Mississippi delta blues sent to someone so far from its creation and circumstance, it should be impossible to lay claim to any impact. But that’s the beauty of this man and his music. “Death Letter Blues,” is one delivery I am very glad to have received. Grinnin’ is my face.