Son House came back into my music again via the oldest Roanboy via Jack White who the oldest Roanboy likes in the much the same way I liked Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix when I was a veteran teenager.
I had given Robert Johnson and subsequently Son House a listen early on in my pursuit of the song, mostly because I thought I should. Then, satisfied that I knew what they were all about, I quickly moved on to the guys they had influenced as I was hooked on the bop that comes out of the rhythm section and thus the Chicago thing over the far more simple and fundamental Delta sound.
So ... because I'm interested in whatever the the Roanboys are interested in, I sat and watched the clip of Jack White listening to Son House's Grinning In Your Face in the It Might Get Loud movie and found it to be remarkable that forty years after his death Son House remains an unfiltered influence on popular music.
If you can't hear Son House in Jack White's music, you're deaf.
So ... I started going through the video of Son House performances taken late in his life and found them to be somehow both sweet and powerful at the same time.
And to my way of thinking, simultaneous sweet and powerful is a tough one to pull off.
If indeed Robert Johnson is the "Father of Rock and Roll", meet "Grandad".