
Everything Blind Willie McTell played had an indefinable spiritual depth. You hear it, or feel it immediately, from out of the last century, and from a very different world, somewhere in your heart. It's blues on a kind of universal level; it speaks to our being for some languid, deep, yearning place. He seemed to be able to evoke this particularly well through his slide playing. Really nothing fancy about it, just every note economically perfect.