February 04, 2009

Wednesday's Duane Allman Pic

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"It's all in the wrist."
Wail on, Skydog!

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Yeah.. and in knowing where that note is..on a open tuned guitar.. The master is not in the dark when it comes to that.

Thanks Donnah.. !

Posted by: csason at February 4, 2009 09:30 AM

This is nice on every level. Can't quite see if this weeks pic includes a cigarette holder.....never the less.....NICE!

Thank you Donnah......another week complete.

Wail on, Skydog!

Posted by: cindy at February 4, 2009 10:21 AM

*plops down, spreads out lunch and cues up the Wednesday pic*
Very nice.
Do you suppose the cigarette thing got to be sort of a lucky charm? The "I dunno, I started doing it like that and now I can't play right if I don't have it there" kind?
Thanks, Miss Donnah! What did we ever do for fun on Wednesdays before this?

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 4, 2009 12:41 PM

This is a relatively early shot, maybe 1969/70, I think -- judging strictly by the guitar and haircut. Am I wrong, Donnah?

Wail on, Skydog!

Posted by: MJAlfie at February 4, 2009 05:24 PM

Well I think its a later '70. He's playing slide on the '58 Sunburst, so its after the '70 Fillmore East video where he swapped guitars (goldie) right before hand, but its not so late as when he got the tiger flame alleged '59, because he would have been sliding on Dickeys old SG...

But I dont discriminate between the years.. it's all the best to me =)

Posted by: Ben at February 4, 2009 06:12 PM

Ever notice that the really great guitarists have huge hands and long fingers? (Get your mind out of the gutter Starla, I know how you think, please dont go there! lol)

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 5, 2009 03:33 AM

27MILES brought in professional musician Berry Oakley Jr. on bass, (son of Berry Oakley of the Allman Brothers)...

Duane Betts, son of Dickie Betts of the Allman Brothers on the song, "Brotherhood" and Vocals by Angelic Leah Felder, daughter of Don Felder of the Eagles on the song, "Life Unknown"


The band "27 miles" will be at the MusicRanch in Lakeland, Florida.. Saturday 2/21/2009,
for a great night of Music, Southern Style.

Sent via post at LynyrdskynyrddixieDOTcom

Posted by: csason at February 5, 2009 07:29 AM

Who, me? What gutter? My mind doesn't go in gutters. It inhabits places of beauty and joy and laughter! (And flamingos and alligators too.)

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 5, 2009 09:04 AM

...and alligator skirts and what was that other rig..?

Posted by: csason at February 5, 2009 10:05 AM

An alligator skirt? I guess if it was homemade it'd be affordable.

Posted by: Donnah at February 5, 2009 10:09 AM

Owen, it was an alligator miniskirt, matching shoes, and a top made of flamingo or owl feathers. Much too magical to touch.
A million dollars if you name the song I got that last line from...without googling it.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 5, 2009 11:18 AM

My first weekend watching that new thing called MTV. J. Geils Band.

Posted by: Donnah at February 5, 2009 11:31 AM

RD - Another thing I find interesting about Duane besides his long fingers is that he was left handed but played with his right. So his left hand is what's doing a lot of that magic we all know & love!!!

I wonder where he got that ring that we see a lot on his right ring finger?

Thanks Donnah for another great pic of our great Duane!

Posted by: Lisa at February 5, 2009 02:30 PM

Oh, I wanted to add from Owen's post that Berry Oakley Jr's middle name is Duane. I was telling my husband about this once & also mentioned Dickey's son Duane & was wondering why Gregg didn't name any of his sons Duane. But then I said, Gregg probably thought "there's only ONE Duane Allman!" That's my theory anyway.

Posted by: Lisa at February 5, 2009 02:50 PM

Waitaminnit! My info says "Raymond Berry Oakley." If his son is Berry Duane Oakley, then he can't really be called a Junior. At least not according to everything I've ever heard.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 5, 2009 03:07 PM

Starla, I'm not sure if he's called Jr. but I would assume we said Jr. so as to not be confused with his dad since they go by the same name.

Posted by: Lisa at February 5, 2009 05:25 PM

Ah yes, the theory is besides his other talents the fact that he was a lefty and played righty gave him a advantage of a much stronger fretting hand. This made it much easier to fret and bend them strings. "Play the blues!"

Me on the other hand being lefty also was not blessed Duane;s infinite talent or the ability to play a right hand guitar. A right handed guitar is definitely upside down to me.

hehe, I spent years wondering why I couldnt play guitar, until I turned the dern thing upside down and strung it backwards! lol :>

So Starla we know a little more about you..you dont bowl :> no "gutter" balls. And how many flamigos reside on your front lawn?

And we also know you like to hang out in swamps and wear Alligators. I do hope you skin em first or it could be very painful! (:>)

Hope for the guys sake you arent related to Marie Lavoe. (sorry, couldnt help it, all in good fun, gotta maintain Starla's newfound swampy image here. lol

My dad who was born in Louisiana and was raised in the depression used to go in the swamps with a .22 rifle with a coal lamp on his head. When he saw the eye reflect in the light he shot em in the eye. Even back then if I remember right he got $5.00 a foot for the hide. And gator meat is very good. Tastes like chicken.

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 5, 2009 05:47 PM

With dancers, it's important to have certain physical attributes to dance just right. Music is the same. Duane definitely had the digits to wail on any guitar -- and the dual-dextrousness to play a great right-handed guitar even as a lefty.

Posted by: MJAlfie at February 5, 2009 06:04 PM

I do bowl, as a matter of fact. Not mostly gutter balls but a fair number of them. But it's fun anyway. Except for the time I somehow lost my balance and followed my ball down the lane into the pins. Ouch, ouch ouch. Wall to wall bruises, not to mention the entire bowling alley laughing their heads off.
I did have one pink flamingo in my yard as a joke, but it broke off from its stake and I haven't got around to buying another one. I have a mini one stuck in my favorite plant, an aloe vera named Fred.
And I have eaten alligator meat, and it is pretty good, so no worries about the meat going to waste while I sashay sensuously through the swamps (try saying that fast) in my slinky leather mini.
Lefties are neat. My Dustin is a lefty except for eating. I think he was raised to eat right-handed so he wouldn't always be knocking righties' elbows and spilling their drinks. lol
And one of my cousins showed signs of being a left-hander, so his brother taught him to throw and bat baseball lefty. He turned out to be a righty, but to this day he can barely even *hold* a baseball in his right hand.
Okay, Useless Random Factoid: A left-handed person is called a sinistral. From that word also comes "sinister." Because the left side was supposed to be the devil's side.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 5, 2009 06:30 PM

Hey Donnah..!

Did you see those racist white alligator's over at Gatorland yet ??

Pretty cool..probably be illegal soon, though.

Posted by: csason at February 5, 2009 07:34 PM

Starla, I do indeed know about the lefty sinister moniker..there used to be a online guitar site named Sinister guitars. They sold only lefty guitars, which r kinda rare. Even local Guitar Centers only carry a couple.

Yes, it heck on wheels eating with righties at a crowded table, but it is a good way to meet people as your casually pick up your porkchop off the floor. more :>>. Meeting people under the dinner table can be entertaining!

Dont get me wrong I like flamigos, they are cool even though they have a bad rep.

Im pretty sure our boy Duane had a bad rep as well. lol..ahh, we ladies gravatate (sp) toward the bad boys and the ones we cant have. Take Duanes little masterpiece "Happily married man".

Donna made him a home and a place to come to when he wasnt on the road. But, he was restless and got bored easy. Didnt want no woman asking him where he'd been. She was better off not knowing I'm sure.

I do wish Duane would have had more time with his daughter...he might have taught her how to play guitar...She's got it in her blood, she has too.
I wonder if she ever sang or played a instrument?

Looks like she has been more into a good education. Duane was extremely intelligent and it definitely rubbed off on her, even if his guitar playing didnt.

Wail on Duaniacs, wail on!

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 6, 2009 01:52 AM

I dang near forgot to tell all my Duaniac friends here to check out Butch Trucks new creation.

Go to www.moogis.com. If you got the bucks you can see 6 mos of live streaming concerts on your computer.

The best part of the deal is you can watch the entire annual Beacon run live on your pc. And if you got a big screen you can connect your pc to the tv too. No recording allowed which is understandable. But, the concerts will be available to watch for 6 mos after they are broadcast. And to sweeten the deal they are going to have rare concerts shown you cant find anywhere else.

This is the 40th Anniversary of the ABB. (r u kidding, cant possibly be, uggh but it is ;>)

Because of this they are going to have suprise artists setting in for alot of the shows. He wont say who or when but they will be there. They are all people who were good friends of Duane. (Im hoping for Eric Clapton to show myself, and if Delaney was still with us...well you know..)

They want $100.00 for 6 mos. which is alot of money, but much less than one ticket for one night at the Beacon. I emailed Butch and asked him if he would consider a 3 mo. membership to make it more affordable for us finacially challanged folks. I havent heard back yet.

But, you can check it out yourself, Butch explains it online.

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 6, 2009 02:12 AM

She may have it here blood.. and it would have been
extraordinary to find out..but honestly, I think guy's like Duane..and Jimi..and so on, they just
come along once in a while- to remind us of our
delight's, and our frailties..

And then leave as quickly as they were able to do so.

I even had a young'n that did that :(

Posted by: csason at February 6, 2009 07:32 AM

So when we eat dinner i the swamps, I'll solve the left-right-bump problem by arranging the lefties next to each other and we righties will sit across of them.
Don't look like that! There'll still be plenty of jockeying and seat-trading as we all maneuver to sit next to or across from our favorites.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 6, 2009 08:25 AM

Can anyone remember the first exposure to Duane that they had? Here is mine. http://www.truveo.com/Loan-Me-a-Dime-Boz-Scaggs-Duane-Allman/id/2126620296#
My brother would play this every morning before leaving for school. It was usually muffled because he had his door closed but I still recognised it as the same song over and over, day after day. I wasn't impressed at first (I think it was Boz's vocal) but after I heard that guitar, I was hooked. I'm still addicted and I don't want off that drug. Thank You Donnah for being here for us every Wednesday and reminding us to 'Wail On' for Duane and ourselves.

Posted by: Willard at February 6, 2009 02:58 PM

yep, the first time I heard the Brothers was late night radio. Beaker Street, 50,000 watts of blues and soul. Little Rock, Ark.

I think the song was "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed".

Those dual guitar solos with Dickey were kick ass! And then "Live at the Fillmore East" came out. Hot Lanta, and You Dont Love me.

Hot Damn, never had guitars affect me any more than Duane and Dickey. Dickey doesnt get mentioned much here, he deserves too. He is not the player he once was, but he was important for sure. Duane and Dickey's guitar interplay was a great attraction to them. Besides the dual harmony guitar parts. I dont think any other guitarist living at the time would be able to keep up with Duane. The mix of blues and jazz licks combined with Betts country rock flavor is to die for!

I cant say Im a huge fan of Dickey's recent work. But set back and watch...man, I bet he shows up for at least one night at the Beacon this year.

40th ABB anniversary...

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.
Wail on skydog, Wail on!

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 6, 2009 03:34 PM

I got into it in the time-honored chick-tradition: through a boyfriend. The one who claimed to have been named after DA. I don't know if he really was, but I do know that it was his younger brother, not him, that got tagged Steve JR. Make of that what you may. Anyway, he was into the ABB (should we start calling ourselves Abbies?) which wasn't surprising, and he took it upon himself to educate me.
Two memories of that time: hearing "Blue Sky" and finding out my favorite uncle hadn't made that song up just to sing to me. It was worse than finding out the truth about Santa Claus.
Also, my boyfriend would play ABB in the truck whenever we took a long drive someplace, and he'd quiz me on what song was playing and what album it was from. Only after I got a certain number right would he let me control the radio/CD player. It sounds very obnoxious but it was a ton of fun and we had a million laughs.
So that's the good thing he left me with. The other big thing he left me with was a big jagged rip in my heart that took a very long time to heal over.
Sounds like a C&W song, doesn't it? :)

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 6, 2009 03:56 PM

Starla, so sorry bout your broken heart! Your right, sounds like a sad song for sure. "Big jagged rip in my heart", does sound like a tear jerker country tune or one Janis Joplin would sing.

Check out Derek talkin about the upcoming Beacon run. They r goin to play tunes they havent played since Duane passed. Some stuff was just too painful up till now.

http://www.moogis.com/moogview-37.html

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 6, 2009 04:54 PM

Big jagged rip in my heart.
Bitterness off the chart.
Can't plan revenge for the tears.
Can't drown the heartache in beers.
Thrown over for a bimbo blonde,
I gave him everything, but I've been conned...

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 6, 2009 05:04 PM

Right now I'm listening to a live set at the Wanee Music Festival from 4/14/07 from Sugarmegs.org. That site is most excellent to the max! Anyway, I was a little shocked that the ABB does In Memory of Elizabeth Reed since it's actually Dickey's song. I've always wondered if they still do that one live.

As far as the first time I heard Duane I don't really recall I'm almost embarrassed to admit. I was just a little kid so he's always been an everpresent constant in my life. My brother as I've mentioned was the original Duaniac but to this day whenever I play Don't Want You No More/Cross to Bear it always reminds me of when I was a kid on Helen Street where I grew up so I would say it was that. My brother wore that album out when he first got it. I don't think I even realized they were 2 separate songs til I was probably in my 20's. Doh! I still LOVE that freakin' song!!

Posted by: Lisa at February 6, 2009 05:11 PM

Sorry about your broken heart Starla. I know how much that sucks.

Posted by: Lisa at February 6, 2009 05:21 PM

It sucks like an Electrolux...
But at least I got the makings for a passable C&W song out of it!
And now my heart's healed up with the love of a REAL man.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 6, 2009 05:24 PM

Hey the Moogis interviews are neat!!
I cant shell out $$ for concerts or that stuff of live feed... but if they come out with a dvd (which they BETTER DARNED DO!) then I'd get it in a heartbeat.

I laughed really hard when Derek said he went out and bought his own album HAHA!! Something I'd totally do =P

Posted by: Ben at February 6, 2009 05:36 PM

Its alot of money Ben for sure...hoping Butch takes my suggestion to heart and offers us poor folk a 3 mo. price. And for the 6 mos subscription on Feb 15 it goes up to $125.00 which is still totally worth it, if you can afford it. Much cheaper than going in person and most likely a better seat as well.

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 6, 2009 06:49 PM

For Ben, this is for you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKQfPDhC6xk&feature=related

Devon Allman, one of Greggs sons. Check out the great guitar toward the middle. I know you play ABB songs and have a Paul with WCR pups.

The apple doesnt fall too far from the tree! Wail on Bros n Sisters.

Posted by: rememberingduane at February 6, 2009 07:12 PM

All my broken hearts *eventually*... led to some good times..but I still have one left..

The way I was introduced to the ABB was in 1971-2, by a guy who knew Dickey, when we lived in Bradenton, very close to DB's house.
He used to tell me all about them..but I was into the pop scene of CCR.(hey I was like twelve) and
Steppenwolf. Duane and the ABB were for purists.
A year or so later, when we lived in Orlando, a guy
I started jamming with noticed I liked to try to play slide, so he brought over Fillmore East.

I got nailed real bad for about the next so many years, until now. I did get my heart broken a little when I went to see a severely fractured
ABB in Lakeland, New Year's Eve 1976.

They stopped playing after 12:30 or so..

It's funny, Several of the ABB's (pre-Duane/Berry loss days) song's just get better and better, not the other way around like some I know..

Posted by: csason at February 7, 2009 01:50 PM

Wasn't R. Berry Oakley already at least a junior? If so, assuming the current edition is also R. Berry Oakley, shouldn't he be the third or fourth? I know in some families when the older edition goes the subsequent generations are promoted from junior to senior and so forth...

Posted by: Surfer Joe at February 9, 2009 01:03 AM

According to Miss Manners, that's the way to do it. But she also says you should break your bread or roll into little pieces and butter each one individually as you eat them, which to my mind is just plain weird.
Besides, what if you're from a prominent family like the Kennedys or the Rockefellers or the Gettys, and Grandpa was Junior, then he dies and great-great-grandson is Junior? Mass confusion.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 9, 2009 08:47 AM

Break your bread or roll into little pieces...? Wow. I didn't know my kids all had such good manners when they were 2. ;)

Posted by: Lisa at February 9, 2009 04:42 PM

Says you're supposed to break off a one or two-bite-size piece, butter it, and eat it.
Emily Post makes an exception for hot biscuits or toast, where you want the butter melted all over.
Well, it may be "correct" to butter one bite at a time, but if I catch anybody doing that in the swamp, they're going to get their hand slapped.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 9, 2009 05:53 PM

Or it could possibly get eaten off! I bet them gators would just love them balls of bread & butter! lol

Posted by: Lisa at February 9, 2009 06:30 PM

Oh, that reminds me! This is my new friend, Albert "Call Me Al" E. Gator!
Don't worry, he's quite tame. He'll eat buttered biscuits right from your hand.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 9, 2009 06:38 PM

That's a coincidence. My husband's name is Albert but his last name isn't Gator. lol. Once he spilled some wine on the carpet so I called him Albert Winestain for a little while afterwards. I think he might have been eating some balls o' bread with it. :D

Posted by: Lisa at February 9, 2009 06:44 PM

*shrieks, falls down off chair and rolls on floor laughing* Albert Winestain!!! I LOVE it! And I thought I was quite the comedienne when I called my guy Dustin Doorstep. You've got me beat, Sister Lisa!
First the Duane Wallman, now Albert Winestain... must be genetic.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 9, 2009 07:00 PM

Why thank you Starla! I like the Dustin Doorstep too! :D

It's nice to know when someone appreciates our humor. So what if it's at one of our loved ones' expense!? lol

Posted by: Lisa at February 10, 2009 01:46 PM

I called him that one day at dinner. I dropped a dab of spaghetti sauce on the table and he was giving me the business about it. Two minutes later guess who drops a forkful of spaghetti right in his lap?
I told him to dust off his own doorstep before he said anything about anybody else's eating habits. And it stuck.

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 10, 2009 03:44 PM

His name was Raymond Berry Oakley III. His son is Berry Duane Oakley. People just call him Jr to keep 'em straight.

Oh Starla, R.B. Oakley was also known as BO!

Posted by: Steve at February 11, 2009 12:33 PM

I think they showed good judgment in not trying to go for that IV. Would've beena bit excessive.
Yeah, I'm sure he got called BO a time or two. Until they learned to know better!

Posted by: Starla Darling at February 11, 2009 04:14 PM