Backstage at the Fillmore East, Duane is receiving probable drug-related instructions from a roadie.
He was foolish as well as talented.
Wail on, Skydog!
Wonder where those roadies are now.... That's gotta be rough livin'.
Carl
Posted by: Carl at September 1, 2004 08:10 AMThat particular roadie has his own website.
Posted by: Donnah at September 1, 2004 08:38 AMas a regular but silent reader of your blog i just had to speak up on how much i like your duane pictures. they always bring me back to being a kid, hearing "layla" for the first time and wondering who was behind the slide lead. swear that song and his playing has been one of the big driving forces behind my 30 year struggle to master the guitar.
Posted by: scott holmes at September 1, 2004 10:14 AMI'm glad you like them, Scott. There's a batch of people that I know I'll be seeing on Wednesdays.
It's the best part of blogging.
Red Dog huh? Donnah, are you sure you aren't one of those cuties sitting with duane in the barbershop, as seen here a few weeks ago? Hmmmm?
Posted by: Carl at September 1, 2004 12:21 PM
LOL. Nope, Carl, I'm not. But some people think I must be.
Posted by: Donnah at September 1, 2004 12:37 PM