Did the peacock shirt catch on with a wider audience, or was that mainly a Duane thing?

Starla my Darling:

It caught on with me. But about 16 I started toning down my wilder fashion instincts. I realized I could never be Melvin in the Temptations because of my bad sun tan. I didn't know back then about opportunities for white boys in the black music world.
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That is some "slide-at-the-pickus-lead note (in the picture) that Skydog is wailing out into the universe. Great photo. Thanks Donnah.

I love bright colors and fun patterns. I think more people need to wear bright stuff, instead of all the black and neutrals that seem to be the usual "grown up" wardrobe of choice. Me, I own very few pieces of black clothing, just dress pants and one sweater and a windbreaker. (Not counting shoes.)
Bring on the bright blues, the lime greens, the hot pinks, the corals, the turquoises and the purples!

Hey all! Hope you had a wonderful long weekend! Thank you Donnah for the mention, you rock as usual! Providing us a space to joke, discuss fashion and of course Duane!

The history of this shirt is really interesting. Eric Clapton had this shirt made for him by a hippie lady who hand painted the birds on it for him. A one of a kind shirt.

When Duane and Eric starting working together on the Layla lp Eric gave it to Duane as a gift. Duane loved that shirt and wore it often. There is also a picture I have somewhere of little brother wearing it after Duane passed. There was talk of Duane being buried in the shirt, but that didnt happen. I think, Duane was buried in a suit, which doesnt fit him at all. (the suit might of fit, but suits werent Duane's thing lol)

Anyway, the shirt went through other people and eventually someone bought it and cut it into pieces and sold them on ebay.

There exists now a "rich" guy who gets on ebay from time to time..showing a windowbox wall case of a part of Duane's shirt, the $50,000 limited edition Duane Custom shop brownbust replica Les Paul and a Zebo orignal guitar strap. The zebo straps could be had for #350.00. Zebo originally made Duane and Berrys strap. If you google images on Duane you will be able to find the wall hanger with all the above mention memorablia.

Back to the subject at hand he periodically posts the inner collar (without print) on ebay for sale but he deliberately never accepts the offers. I thought it was a shame that the shirt was cut off in pieces like that. And the guy I guess just likes to show his collection off and ebay.

Every now and then a guy sells licensed t shirts with the swans, similar to Duane's one of a kind shirt.

Ok, you know me..on on and on with Duane triva..a passion of mine.

Wail on brother and sisters and wail on brother Duane where ever you be!

All of which goes to show: no matter how young you are, make sure you have a will so they don't make you wear something in eternity that you wouldn't wear alive. Or maybe Duane always said "You're not making me wear no suit, not while I'm alive!"
lol about the suit not fitting. That cracked me right up. Reminds me of the lady who said she was going to be buried ina dress with no back half, to save money and material. Her friend said "But when you walk up to meet your husband at the Pearly Gates, well, that just won't look very good." To which the lady replied "I don't think it's a problem. I buried my husband without his pants!"
Seriously, it's a shame the shirt got cut up. None of us could possibly have afforded the uncut-up version, but still... if it was whole and offered for sale, and I won the lottery, I'd buy it and wear it for a nightie. *Keith Urban sings "You Look Great In My Shirt" in the background*

You have very good taste my dear Sheila. This is a classic for sure. Looks like his britches (look carefully at the spelling you dirty dogs) have come back in style with the studs on them (notice I didn't say in them, even though I should have).

One time I was singing the old liar, liar pants on fire ditty to my sister but I used britches and she liked to have had a heart attack! I don't know why I call pants that but I always have. Guess I got it from my dear sweet Mom. Oh well, I have gone completely off track haven't I?

Donnah, thank you and may you get some new britches(maybe with studs even) from Mr. Cracker!:)

Wail on, Skydog!

Oh and I forgot to ask Paco, surely that wasn't that horrible double knit crap you wear open at the neck with the gold chains was it? Never mind, a poet such as yourself would never have stooped that low.

Starla, you can count me in on the vibrant colors..I do not like black or gray. If you have to be on this earth you might as well enjoy the heck out of it.....bright colors included!

Wail on everybody, and wear you some really bright, happy and fun colors!

Wow, Sheila! Hats off to you for your knowledge. The history of the shirt makes perfect sense, given Clapton's obsession with clothes.

Duane may have been against making a "ballet" of his band -- but he knew how to look the part.

"Liar liar, britches on fire" is funny, because it throws off the whole rhythm of the taunt. It's like if you said "Mary Had a Little Lamb, it's fleece was white as marble."
I say britches too, sometimes. Usually when there's something to say about them. Not "I need me some new britches" but maybe like "Oh my god, look at the stud in them tight britches!" lol

When I was little, if my mom saw you scratching your butt she'd say "scratch it where it itches if it itches in your britches". She was always saying stuff like that.:)

You know when you have that problem where your panties creep up and need to be pulled back out? Often called a Melvin or a wedgie, but my cousin Crystal calls it "corking." And if she saw you picking at your seat trying to pull your panties straight she'd say "Pull the cork out!"

You guys "crack" me up! Lmao with your comments! I enjoy Florida-cracker so much!

Question though? Why hasnt anyone called me on the brownbust typo? (should have typed brown burst)

I figured someone would get some mileage out of that, at my expense of course! lol..Just poking fun...ok...dont start no telling where that would go!

Oops, I missed it! Or maybe I didn't want to make your typing the BUTT of another joke! lol
When you think about it, "brownburst" isn't much improvement over "brownbust." They both call to mind serious digestive upset. Like the Outback Steakhouse's dessert Chocolate Thunder Down Under. The name of that dessert has always bothered me.
ALl those "bursts" like cherryburst, tobaccoburst, they all sound like candy.
In the context of the Wednesday pics, ear and eye candy.

The Allman Joys used to play a tune called
"Bell Bottom Britches".

The great Louisiana slide man Sonny Landreth carries a piece of Duane's peacock shirt for good luck - sounds like it works for him.

Thanks, Donnah.

That's such a sad story about what became of Duane's Layla shirt since he loved it so much. (although the Sonny Landreth thing is sweet). I wonder how Gregg could have ever even parted with it. They should have buried Duane in it. Duane in a suit & tie? I can hardly vision it.

Not burying somebody in their beloved Layla shirt, and worse yet, allowing the same shirt to be sold off and cut up, is grounds for rising up from the grave and wreaking Poltergeistly havoc upon they and their possessions.

Im guessing only here, but I would guess the years got the best of the shirt and probably Gregg lost track of it. He was touring alot and living "high" at the time like all the other band members at the time, trying to drown their sorrow in the loss of their founder and leader.

Duane was in fact buried with a doobie in his shirt pocket and a coricidin bottleneck slide on his ring finger. The band played in his honor at his furneral. Gregg, played and sang Duane's favorite song Melissa for him.

Gregg wrote some haunting lyrics and melodies over the years. Melissa was one of Greggs first and his brothers favorite song. Little did the brothers know it would become Duane's epitaph song! So fitting for Duane and think about him every time I hear it. It fit him so well, but was written in 68 or 69 I believe. (I would have to check to see though to be sure) Duane spent his life flying coast to coast and living the gypsy life for sure!

Dickey played lead on Duane's guitar. And Gregg talked about his brother a holding Duane's pride, his 1930s dobro.

And it was Mama A most likely that picked out Duane's "going away" clothes, not Gregg. Their mom is still alive I think, and had a great influence on them. Being a mom, Im sure she wouldnt have approved of anything but a suit which was tradition back then. And thinking about it, do you think it was any of their style's to wear a suit anywhere? lol

Im not going into all the gory details here; but Duane's burial was sad. Or I should say the delay of burial was very tragic.

I try not to think about it. There was a disagreement between partys in the family of Duane and he wasnt buried until Berry passed away and then they were buried together in the same place at Rose Hill in Macon. Poor Duane's body was put on ice for over a year while his ex-wife and Dixie were fighting. Course Dixie turned out to still married to another man and was out of the picture after the lawyers did their research.

Gee Duane and Gregg and the band had enough drama in it to write a really good book! Oh, heck lol, there are at least 3 out there. I recommend anyone who loves Duane to purchase the Skydog book by Randy Poe or the Midnight Riders book published several years ago. I couldnt put either of em down after purchase.

Its a saga really their, life, their times and lives. A mirror of life at its best and its worst! Come on Duaniacs! "Play the bluea!"

"Play the bluea! What is that? a new musical instrument? Do you hum through it or pluck it?

Ok.. la la la la! I caught ny typo before y'all did!

Play the blues on your bluea! lol

Bluea, yes! If bluing was to make white stuff whiter, Bluea is to make blue stuff bluer! Look for it in the bright blue bottle! Next to the GBG spray at your nearest Crackerland Megasupercenterstore.

Starla, I remember that bluing stuff. came in little blocks like a chocolate bar too. Oh those were the days! shummka shumka shumka of the washing machine washing the clothes. The wringer on the machine could crush your arm in a minute. Very dangerous, but necessary to get the water out. No dryers back then. And mercy me, the white sheets, clean and sweet hanging on the line on a spring day! I used to drive my mom nuts driving my tricycle through them all the time!
Starla,,you brought back so many memories! Like the corner of my mind, misty, water colored memories of the wash that was!

Well Sheila, I still hang my sheets on the line to dry whenever I possibly can. They just don't smell as good when they're dried in the dryer, even with dryer sheets or fabric softener. You can get some of the same good smell by having your bedroom window open. That smell soaks into the bedding and is better than a sleeping pill for relaxation.
The smell of wind' and sun-dried laundry ranks right up with new car and new carpet smells for me. I wish I could *eat* that smell.

Amen to that Starla! :?>

Speaking of wringer washers, my brother Matthew who I've mentioned on here before, well when he was only about 3 or 4 years old he climbed up on a chair & got his arm caught in the wringer. I guess my mom just freaked out to the max and started running around in a panic & accidently kicked the chair out from under him so then he was just hanging there. It was all the way up his arm by his shoulder spinning & spinning. Way to go mom! Luckily my oldest brother heard the commotion & ran in there & pulled the plug & used the release lever to get him out. Luckily he didn't break his arm or anything serious but he still has the scar from that to this day. Whenever my mom talked about it she'd say something like "if it were anybody else's kid I would have known exactly what to do, but since it was my kid, I just temporarily lost my mind." I totally understand now that I have my own kids.

Matthew? Is he the one with teh wonderful Duane Wallman?
The wringers in mop buckets scared me when I was little. I knew people who'd hurt their hands in them and sometimes kids at school used to scare each other by saying "I'll stick your hand in that wringer!" *shudders* Luckily I never went near a wringer of any kind. I did have a window come down on my hand once, and that was bad enough.

Yea Starla, he's the one with the Duane Wallman. :)

I also had a friend who got her arm caught in a washer wringer when we were kids. They are scary things so I don't blame you for being afraid even the mop bucket ones.

I've gotten my fingers shut in car doors a couple times which makes me shudder at the thought. Very painful.

Wow..

I agree Paco.. *that* is some note..

some note.

Sure is cool to see the *convo* rolling on..

I was thinking about how many weeks had gone by where it was kind of lonely around here.

Thanks for the pic, as always Donnah..

One of my aunts solved the car door problem (after uncountable small smashed fingers) by insisting that everybody put their hands on their heads before she closed a car door. It didn't always work, but it worked most of the time.
You know what else is scary? Electric drills. I watched an uncle accidentally run one through his thumb, clear to the bone. Awfullest thing. I'm sorry to report he was somewhat intoxicated at the time. DUI: Drilling Under the Influence.
And my foster mother always used to impress upon me how easy it was to get the moving needle of a sewing machine right through your fingernail if you weren't careful. Having stuck myself under the nail witha regular sewing needle many times, I was very much impressed by her warning and have always been very careful around sewing machines.

Since yall are talking about car door incidents I have one of my own.

When I was about 8 or 9 we were visiting the Gulf coast. Went to my cousins house and everyone got out of the car and slammed the doors to the car.

I started walking away from the car and couldnt. I looked back at my hand and felt a rush of a painful pinch. My dad had slammed the car door on my fingers! It hurt a bunch and my dad felt so bad. It really scared me at time. My fingernails turned black and one fell off. After that, I have always been super vigilent when it comes to car doors with myself and others. Especially kids. It really is frightening to have a car door slammed on those tender fingers!

I always enjoy all the little stories everyone has of their families and childhood memories!
Memories, misty water colored memories of my squashed fingers in the car doooor!

Oh Sheila! Your poor fingers! IT makes me hurt to think about your poor fingernails turning black and falling off. *cringe*

I don't mean to keep talking about my brother Matthew but when Starla mentioned the electric drill it reminded me of this one. He accidently (this may sound worse than it was) sliced off the tip of his left index finger in shop class when he was in high school. Yep. He was one of THOSE guys. They took some skin from the back of one of his arms & graphed it on his finger. (I think it was the arm that went through the wringer). So that was another nice freak out my mom went through when she got the call from the school. (It's never kept him from playing the guitar though).

And Sheila, I accidently got my finger caught in just a regular inside the house door once & lost a fingernail in the deal. I was pretty little at the time so of course Matthew being mr. comedian tells me to put it under my pillow. So I do that & I didn't get shit! I guess I can't blame the tooth fairy for that one.

Lisa, your story got me so curious that I called Teeth-4-Cash, based in Dickinson, North Dakota, to find out their policy on such matters. I spoke with a representative named Debbie, who, after listening to my telling of your experience, informed me curtly that the reason you received no compensation for your torn-off fingernail is because, as she put it "We're called TEETH-4-Cash. If you want to collect on other stuff you gotta subscribe to a deluxe package, and that's eighty-five a year plus Xmas and Easter bonuses for your assigned agent."
TIem spent talking with Debbie: two minutes and change.
Time on hold on hold listening to Irish faerie folk type music: eleven minutes even.

lmfao Starla!! I have tears.

Also, my deepest apologies/sympathy about the 14 minutes of Irish folk music.

Sorry, I meant 11 minutes but it probably seemed like at least 14. lol

The Irish Faerie Folk music will leave me scarred for hours.
Should be all right by tomorrow's Wednesday pic though.

Gosh! Isnt it great we can share our pain together! Group therapy for Skydogians!

We are united in our pain! :>

I just wouldnt want to share my underwear with any of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lol

That's okay, Sheila, underwear and Favorite Lucky Shirts are sacred.