It doesn't look too bad, actually. Kinda suits him, though I agree, fringed leather has definitely had its fifteen minutes.

That's Dickey's guitar. What a gem..right
Gmac.. that is the one isn't it ??

You know, in that last weeks photo..Duane must have been feeling some discomfort from that dadburn buckle...cause he had it on a different shoulder..

Howboutdat. The innerwebnet strikes again..ALL on Florida Cracker's blog thingy too !!!
If Duane was a hurricane, he'd be a CAT 11.

I guess this shot belongs in the Fringe period, which follows the Lace period..(the lace period contains the sub periods of stripe and polka dot..I think)

REEEEEgardless, it's a damn fine Duane Allman picture, Mrs. Peachy, and you are just the one to display it.

Thank you as always, and Good night ;)

Maybe he borrowed Dickey's jacket too. That looks more like something Mr. Betts would wear. Duane Allman a CAT11.....sounds like a winner. As previously stated.....no matter.....fine picture of DA wailing.

Thanks be to the Peachiest REAL lady we know, Ms. Donnah.

Wail on, Skydog!

Well, I dont know about y'all but I'm still wearing my fringe jacket and bell bottoms! lol

Like some are still wearing that funky little pony tail on the back of their head, while the rest of their hair is short. Some are also still wearing their belt buckles on the side, instead of the front.

ha,ha 20 years from now there will be some cat somewhere still wearing baggy pants with their underwear sticking out...(if its legal lol)

Cherish us all, we are a dying breed. Walking time capsules of a time long gone by, that
we cant quite get over!

At least Duane will always be wearing his fringe and peace signs as he is and always will be frozen in time, (at least as we know it) but I bet he is burning up heaven with his blazing guitar lines, while the rest of us are poluting the fashion world! (:>)
wail it on, skydog, man Wail on!

By the way Donna, let me give you a virtual bunch of flowers and a big thank you for all you do here on Florida Cracker! Hail, hail donna, the magnificent for all that she does for us Duaniacs!
Thank you, thank you, thank you very much! (:>)

I think, now that I've had time to reflect, that if I'm at a bar, and three guys ask me to let them buy me a drink, and one is in skater clothes, and one's in hip-hop gear with lots of bling, and the other's got a fringed leather jacket and bell-bottom jeans on... Number Three, I'd like a margarita, please!

"ha,ha 20 years from now there will be some cat somewhere still wearing baggy pants with their underwear sticking out"

Oh, dear God in heaven. Trapped in rap like a fly in amber...

Trapped in rap through the next centennial!
The hip-hop threads, they become perennial!
Bling to the left, bling to the right!
Baggy jeans with boxers in sight!
Now if this prospect has got you feelin' blue,
There is a solution, and here's whatcha do:
Come along to to this Giant Peach,
Where the worst of the rap, it cannot reach.
Where fringe and denim be the duds to wear,
(Wear 'em like you just don't care!)
Where Solja Boy has nothin' to crank,
Donnah's is the place, take it to the bank!
*does wicked hip-pumping dance and then runs offstage*

DJ Starla, now there is a rap I can be down with. For all you Duaniacs out there, just came across this cool article on VH1's website. Some of you may have read it allready, but for those who haven't, you might want to. Peace. http://www.vh1.com/news/rants_and_raves/lefsetz/allman.jhtml

Starla: You go girl, you're a poet, did you know it!
All hail the starry eyed Stargirl from Earth! She fills our lives with fun and mirth!

Duaniacs in the know,
this is the place to go,
Florida Cracker is where its at!
and I promise you wont see no crack!
(say no to crack! baggy pants and dirty underpants!)

Shout out to Rememberin', man, you rule!
All the peeps here in Peachville is some kinda cool!
Yeah, I'ma poet, and now ya know it!
Make a rhyme anytime!
Little girl with a lotta spirit,
When the feelin' moves me, y'all gonna hear it!
So hit me with yo rhythm sticks,
Wail on Skydog, love them licks!

Ya'll "crack" me up! Not only do I get to come here to see my Wednesday pick-me-up so lovingly provided to us by Ms. Donnah, Queen of Peach, but I get to be one of the first to experience the leading edge of music.......Skydog Rap!

Wail on, Skydog! (there will be no rhyming from this poster)

Daa-uummm !! I'm impressed n shit.

margarita... ? how bout a PBR ? That's Duane's
elixer.

You and Duane can have all the PBR you want, I'll pass. Me and beer don't get along so well. You want to keep me in a happy mood, it's either a Margarita or a rum and coke.

You wanna keep me in a happy mood, keep me away from the ETOH..period.

lol

Then I guess that leaves more PBR for the rest of them, right? You can have a non-ETOH drink and I'll sit beside you and intoxicate you with my charms. lol

k.. Let me ask my wife.. be right back.

And I'll ask my boyfriend. lol Don't worry, I'm quite harmless. You won't have a hangover the next day.

Thankfully, I wake up each day vs. come to..
and have for a while now.

I guess I am sort of like Robert E. Lee, in that respect..."Whiskey - I like it, I always did, and that is the reason I never use it."

I figure really..I was born a quart low.

As someone once said (can't remember who) "The trouble with not drinking is, when you wake up in the morning, that's as good as you're going to feel all day."
I love to have a good time, but I also like to be able to remember it. Luckily, my size has pretty much fixed it so's I never get to the forgetting-all-the-fun and waking-up-wondering-who-that-is-in-the-bed-and-for-that-matter-where-the-hell-IS-this-bed part.

PS: I didn't used to appreciate being "Little Starla" but once I did a night shift holding my larger, drunker friends' heads over the bowl, I got more grateful.

"The trouble with not drinking is, when you wake up in the morning, that's as good as your going to feel all day."

I cringe when I hear illiberal "jokes" touting the benefits of alcohol. The quote implies that a sober minded person's feelings of pleasure are static, and can't be improved without artificial inducement.

I agree with the lyrics/quote/observation ".....and I think to myself, what a wonderful world."
Many times a day it goes from good, better, and best.

Well I don't know if it's a lib thing or not..

but really..I think one of the things that keeps me from drowning myself in J.W. Dant regularly, is I
try to remember that my feelings aren't that important.
IN faaact, when I get around somebody that is constantly taking their emotional temperature..I get a weird kind of haul ass mode goin on.

The humor of the quote is in its absurdity. It's like dumb-blonde jokes or Pollack jokes: a listener of reasonable intelligence knows full well how absurd the observations being made in the joke are, that's why it's funny.
Still can't remember who said it, though. I want to say Groucho Marx?
I don't think it's got anything to do with liberal or non-liberal anything.

Oh I get it now, wink-wink, nudge- nudge ;)

Sorry for my incongealiociousness, I just hate it, and the experiences of the bystanders who have to deal with the consequences.

Oh, so do I. I've dealt with plenty of that in my own family. (Yet another reason I don't get very far into the bottle.)
That word you used? What a jawbreaker.

Well..fortunately science has proven what many suspected for eons, that certain people cannot produce in sufficient number the right kind or number of enzymes to properly metabolize the infamous ouchahol.

For many, it just lays there in the interstitial space, waiting for an open port on the cell wall, in the from of acetone..which creates the sensation of craving...craving for more of what you cannot metabolize, which creates a sense of craving for more of what you cannot metabolize, which..creates a sense of falling off a barstool.

The Scots-Irish Ulster DNA strain is heavily riddled with this predicament, as well as those dern indians..

God help a redneck with a Cherokee great-great grandma.

Watch it Owen. That's me you're talking about there. And it's not just that my great-great-many-more greats was Cherokee. I'm the real thing, with just a smattering of English and French way back.
But yeah, I'll admit it: we do tend to have trouble with the hard stuff. As do the Japanese, if I'm to believe an article I read recently.

Don't drink; never have, never will. Must be those early and frequent inoculations from the SBC. That or getting alcohol-induced chaos shoved in my face every time I turned around.

Wow....what a jump......leather fringed Duane to Skydog Rap to drinking. Wait....maybe with Duane's need/want for mood altering substances, it ain't quite the jump I thought it was;). Now the rap sheet...that my dears was not Duane....oh well....carry on everyone.

It's what they call "stream of consciousness" or to put it into more musical terms: a verbal jam session.

What do you mean, Cindy? Duane had a rap sheet.

Bwwwwhhhhaaa....I am lmao....no Donnah, I didn't think you would want me to spell sh*t on here! Sorry about that. Rap sh*t is what I meant. I love this place!

Rotfl! Considering our subject, it's easy to get confused! Here's my favorite Jim Shepley story about Duane:

*Duane and I got busted together three times. Once another guy and I were driving around with Duane in the back, and Duane yells, "Turn there!" So I made a left turn and clipped the back of an oncoming car that happened to belong to a black sheriff. Duane said, "Drive away! Let's try to get away from this guy." The sheriff blocked our way, and I got out. Then he opened up the back door, and out falls Duane onto the pavement in a big clattering racket with all these beer and wine bottles. Duane stands up and says, "What the hell you want, you son of a bitch? I'm gonna kick your ass, and I know the mayor of this town!" He was about 16, and we were taken off to jail immediately. We got out on probation.*

How obnoxious of Duane! Why didn't he just go on ahead and finish the job: "I pay your salary! I can make one phone call and have your ass behind a desk till you retire!" Cops just love that.

Oh, I'm dying here laughing. That is so true, Starla! He also forgot to irately cry, "I want your badge number!"

I have had one of those I want your badge number deals. There is a store about a half a block away from my house. When my kids lived at home there weren't cell phones connected to every ear and they knew better than to have phone calls coming in after 11:00 PM. My 19 year old daughter "paged" (remember beepers?) her friend and went to the store payphone to wait on the call. This "officer" and I use that term lightly pulled in behind her and demanded to know what she was doing there. She is about 5'5 and about 100 lbs. She didn't have her license, was in her pj's. She told him to follow her to our house and she would get her license. Instead he called 5, count them 5 other cars, surrounded her and had her in tears. They finally let her leave. She comes home, wakes me up. I tell her to get in the car and when we walk out the door we can hear them laughing about how bad they scared her. I laid rubber all the way to the store, went flying in sideways. I asked her which ahole started the whole thing. He was about 4'10 and orders me to get out of the car. I asked him if it said stupid on my forehead and demanded his badge number. He refused to give it to me so I slammed on the gas and stopped about 1/4 inch from his patrol car and wrote down his car number, went home called the watch commander and had him written up. Boy and to think, I wasn't even drunk like Duane!

Also the time-honored irate-motorist's question: "Why aren't you out arresting criminals, officer? Shouldn't you be protecting the innocent taxpayers of this lovely town?"

Y'all watch the same videos I do..

He called all those cars to look at the sweetie, Cindy..I've ridden with them a few times- front and back.

Donnah may recall this, but my first band mate loved DA so much he decided to pull the same confounded trick when he got stopped. It worked exactly like Duane's trick did.

The very first time I got arrested was for- you guessed it, Disintox no not an unauthorized prescription...for throwing a beer bottle in the back of my truck.
The guy was a rookie, like me, and actually I beat it in court..funny how that works, my Dad said "You got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out" So I blabbered to the judge about this and that, and walked without paying a dime.

It would have been better if he had incarcerated my young ass for six months. Everybody seems to have a number, and that just postponed mine.

The moral of the story is be careful who you piss off, because later in life, they may turn out to be Tommy Ray- pert near chief of the FDLE.

You know what? I've had nothing but positive interactions with the police my entire life.
Unless you count the Air Force SPs. My word, those are some hardasses. I was always scared to death of them when I'd go through the checkpoint to and from my classes at Goodfellow. They had the Eye of Sauron.

I never got arrested, but I was with an older boy when he got stopped for speeding and reckless driving. This guy thought it was all right to mouth off at the cop (I don't recall if he said any of the stuff we've covered here, but he was quite nasty about it) and the cop ended up running him in on general principles, I guess. He thought I was underage (I was, I was sixteen, but looked much younger) and he knew my uncle who raised me, so he was asking me some pretty pointed questions about just why I was out so late with a twenty-year-old "known troublemaker." I was so upset I did the really mature thing and started bawling like a little baby. I was crying so hard I couldn't even call anybody to come pick me up, so the officer did it for me.
Man was my aunt mad when she came and got me. Not really at me, though she was a little because I was way past curfew and I conveniently hadn't mentioned just who it was I'd be out with. She was mad at my soon-to-be-ex-friend and also mad at the cop because she figured he'd scared me out of two years' growth. Which he had, but not out of meanness.
Long story short: I have never gotten into any kind of serious trouble since then. One speeding ticket two years ago (a bladder infection was to blame) and that's it.

Bladder infection will do it everytime..as well as a twenty year old with a sixteen year old.
My youngin's would love to use you as a reference..Starla Dahling..

I'm just now letting the 16 go out with an 18..and after our little 'talk', I'm not so sure he is as excited about it as he was at first.. Hardee har har..

Hell, Donnah.. SP's ARE intimidating..it's all those years of being slandered by Marines and MP's and Shore Patrol.
You would have really loved the SP's at Minot in the seventies..they were issued foul weather face
covers, same color as their BDUs..black.

It was like being questioned by a dark goalie with an M-16A.

I heard they ate toasted roaches for snacks.

Well, in North Dakota, there's only so many ways to amuse yourself on cold winter days and nights. Munching on cucarachas and scaring the stuffing out of people is probably the most exciting thing to do, until a polar bear shows up to raid the trash barrel.
I wasn't that bad, really. I just did my own thing, on the theory that it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.