Saturday, May 27, 2017

WKRLEM: RIP Greg Allman

12 comments:

chickelit said...

I wonder if he'll be buried next to Duane and Berry. Only Dickey and Jaimoe are left from the original lineup.

Great choice!

Rabel said...

Well, shit. Fillmore East is on my workout player.

I hope there wasn't a miscommunication involved.

AllenS said...

You know, when I was checking out Cher in about 1965, I had a major hard on for her. Not a 4 hour hard on, but major nontheless hard on.

Rabel said...

You weren't alone, Allen. Although it may have been more like '66 or '67 for me.

Lem said...

That Allman brothers sound was one of a kind. I remember listening to it for the first time in the early 80s I was taken in.

Lem said...

I see two drummers... how about that.

ndspinelli said...

Only 69. It's not the years it's the miles. Another Hall of Famer, Jim Bunning, died yesterday as well.

Sixty Grit said...

I had a Jim Bunning baseball card. Made a great sound in the spokes of my bicycle.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, I preferred gambling cards. I had flipping down so that I could match my opponents card 90% of the time. My grandpa, dad and me love to gamble. Thankfully, none of us ever became degenerate gamblers, although I'm told my grandma had to put her foot down once in awhile.

windbag said...

Whipping Post is my favorite of theirs. That 11/4 intro just reaches out and grabs you.

virgil xenophon said...

Jim Bunning was our Senator when we lived in Louisville. Always kept in great communication... surveys, etc.

"Eat A Peach" is the only album of Allmans that I own. Bought it in early 70s upon return to the Land of the Big BX from five yrs overseas when I was in grad school in Lafayette La. The cover alone was worth it..

Sixty Grit said...

Not a fan of the Allmans, they always seemed to be dying.

I had never paid attention to the 11/4 intro until I read about it yesterday - they called it "the elevens". Very nice - 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3, ONE TWO - once you hear it in those terms it is unforgettable.

I never liked playing games or gambling, mainly because I hate to lose. I mean I really hate to lose. Not long ago a friend invited me to join her canasta group, I went, mainly because I used to play that game with my grandmother.

Being unfamiliar with the rules after 60 years of avoiding that game, I quickly found myself losing. My turn to deal came and I started cutting aces to the bottom of the deck and dealing them off the bottom to myself. Just a friendly game among friends, nothing at stake and I was appalled to see the lengths I would go to just to not lose.

Needless to say, after gaining that insight I quit going. You know those old broads, they will stab you if they catch you cheating.