The lean mean guitar playing machine returns for another Wednesday. I can live another week. Those jeans look so new they probably could stand up on their own.

Oops, I forgot. WAIL ON!!!!!!!!!

Ahh the fringe period. Yea Willard, he must have gone shopping.....wonder if these came from his fav store J.C. Penny's?;) He doesn't look so skinny in this pic.....must be the new jeans and the jacket.

Does anybody remember the Levi's "super bell bottom" jeans they sold in the '70's? Those things had these huge legs....thus the term "super bells". Boy did I get off topic this week.

It looks like one of the small, school venues...bet that stage had never held so much talent! Much better than the old "South Pacific" shows we all had to endure from the drama department.....yeck!

Anyway...thank you Donnah for a great start for our 2009 "tour"!

Wail on, Skydog!

We called them Elephant Bells.....

This is from the soon to be published Cracker book
"The Lace Period, and Beyond" .. ;)

Cindy stole my brain's data stream again, Donnah.

But I forgive her..as I always will.

The Super Bells or 'Elephant Bells' were tolerable, but the platforms ..yuk. I have visions of Electric Light Orchestra blinding my mind's eye right now.

What's up with that bass drum cover..eww.

Duane seems to have a male versioned "camel toe". Doh! Sorry, wasn't really looking there now was I?! It just seems like he's holding his guitar a little high almost like Dicky does.

And I remember the elephant bells/super bells too. Were those the ones where the bell started somewhere on the upper thigh & just kept going? Everybody walked around looking like a hippie-freaked Gumby. :)

Thanks Donnah! Great pic of the Great One!!!

Yummy! The Xmas cookies may be all eaten up, but the Wednesday pics remain!
Either those jeans are brand new, or somebody went nuts with the starch, or else they're so dirty they've turned the corner and now look clean. I like the boot-cut style much more than those huge bell-bottoms, but I guess the bells were more stylish bacak then.
Duane may have indeed hit JC Penney's, but he must've sneaked out because had Donnah and I been there with our Personal Shopping Services, the bells wouldn't have been quite so huge. Either that or one of us would have stamped off in a huff because the other two were being stubborn. :)

oohh Lisa, I hadn't noticed before but you are right! No wonder everybody says Duane was the whole "package" (sorry, couldn't resist).

csason I didn't mean to steal from you again and I don't know why this pic made me think of those God awful britches. They were a real fashion travesty weren't they? And we all thought we looked good...boy were we wrong! And the platform shoes...even worse!

Hippie freak Gumby's....wwwwwaaahhhh...you are so right Lisa. Now back to your regularly scheduled Wednesday's Cracker Duane Allman pics.

I was going to take the high road and not say a word about the "package" thing. But since Lisa and now Cindy have both giggled about it... *loud whistle here, despite the fact I cannot whistle*
Business in the front, indeed! Party's in front too.

And to think I refrained from posting "The gentleman dresses right."

finish that hot lick and smoke your square Duane, it's bout gone

Okay now girls, let's all take a deep breath, have a glass of water or possibly some warm tea & attempt to keep our hormones in check. It's just that we know Duane played guitar better than everybody so our minds (and our eyes) can't help but wander to other areas at times. And let's also remind ourselves of Donnah's policy on "foaming at the mouth". :D

(And I'm glad you liked my Gumby joke Cindy!)

Okay, Lisa! We'll quit behaving like hormone-crazed creatures and start acting like the fine gladsome wenches we know we can be. Right?
*sits up primly, sips tea, folds hands in lap, fastens eyes carefully on guitar and nothing else*

I know you are looking at alot else there Starla!! Boy oh boy, I hope he is somewhere knowing how much pleasure he has brought all of us (guys and gals alike) over the years. Wonderful to hear and look at. We miss you Skydog.

Have a great weekend everyone. Donnah, I hope we weren't too outta control this week. Find us a good one for next week. I know you will.

Wail on, Skydog!

Who, me? *stares fixedly at guitar till eyes burn and tears fall*

Oh Starla, I literally lol'd at your post! So funny. How's that tea taste? :)

Tea? What t-oh my goodness! I clean forgot about it! *takes swig, discovers it's cold, and goes to heat it up, all the while keeping eyes firmly on guitar* Think I need some honey in it this time.

Girls, girls.. Remember..Duane is in Les Paul heaven
with Chet, Buck..and *you know who*..and male camel toes are off limits.

Male Camel Toe..

That's a first isn't it ? Of course it is..straight from the Cracker Garden of Skydog Delight.

When he is working, his concentration, in all these photos, is relentless, constant, and unparalleled. Truly a man on a mission, with the goods to deliver.

And Duane's work stands to keep giving, way past when our grandchidren (my nieces and nephews) are gone -- eternal power, an eternal flame. Thank you.

Well Owen, it's a first for me, too, seeing that expression specifically applied to the male of the species. Before, I only occasionally heard it called anything at all. I think the phrase I heard was "Tom Jones." Like a verb: "Looks like he's Tom JOnesing in this picture." lol

That's a good one Starla. The only problem with it is that we can only hope to never hear the name Tom Jones in the same sentence with our Duane. :O

Of course, Tom Jones can't sing all that good, but he sure wasn't bad-looking in his day either.

I remember a certain Panhandle Cooter dating guys who dressed like that...

"It's not unusual to put a rolled up washcloth in your pants..da da d da da.."

I think Starla Dahling should have some sort of consequence for bringing up Mr. Sign language up
close to Duane Allman.

I suggest having her write "I will not rub Paco's
rolled up washcloth" 100 times.

Consider yourself cheerfully flipped off, Owen.
What you want me to write that on, anyway? The blackboard where everybody can see me? Okay. *pulls chair over to board, stands on it and begins printing neatly in rainbow-colored chalk*
And also, the way I heard it, Mr. Jones used a ball of rolled up socks.

Ok..

"I will not rub Paco's rolled up socks, anymore than I will his rolled up washclothes" 100 times.

;)