Roy Buchanan could call forth rasping, spitting demons or singing violins with his trebly Telecaster. He could do things with one hand that other guitarists struggled to approximate with two. He was a guitar ventriloquist who maintained an impassive stone face while his ax did the talking, crying, accusing and confessing. He struggled with booze and his 1988 death in a jail cell was officially ruled a suicide. His legacy: some of the most compelling electric guitar music I have ever heard.