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Sunday, June 4, 2017

A Funeral In Macon

I remember the first time I went to Macon, Georgia.  It was 1997-ish and I was in Warner Robins on Air Force business [some things never change].  There was a long break in the meeting I was attending.  Knowing that Macon was close by, it was finally time for me to make an Allman Brothers pilgrimage.  I had to see two places if nothing else – the Big House on Vineville Avenue, and Rose Hill Cemetery, where original Allman Brothers members Duane Allman and Berry Oakley are buried side by side.  At that time. the Big House was a private residence.  ABB “Tour Mystic” and photographer Kirk West and his wife Kirsten lived there.  If one wanted to see the inside of the house, you had to make an appointment.  The Wests have since moved out and the Big House has become quite a museum for all sorts of ABB artifacts.  I had to settle for just seeing the outside of the place.  I didn’t feel comfortable making an appointment to traipse through someone else’s home, regardless of its social and cultural importance.

Rose Hill Cemetery has been in existence since 1840.  It’s just off downtown Macon, nestled between Riverside Drive and the Ocmulgee River.  A set of railroad tracks runs parallel to the river.  The road that runs around the perimeter of the entire cemetery also runs next to railroad tracks.  On the other side of that narrow road is the final resting place of a lady named Elizabeth Reed Napier.  If that name rings a bell, it’s because that is the place where Dickey Betts wrote his instrumental from the album Idlewild South - In Memory of Elizabeth Reed.  There is a large segment of the cemetery reserved for Confederate Civil War dead.  A lot of them are buried there.  The entire cemetery is situated on a long hill, with long gentle slopes in places and steep climbs in others.  There are one-lane roads that run throughout the place, and one needs to be careful while driving through, lest they slip over the roads’ edges and have their day ruined.

I had no idea where Duane and Berry were buried when I first entered the cemetery.  I parked my rental car on one of those very narrow, single-lane, winding roads and began to explore the place on foot.  About five minutes after I set out on my quest to find Duane and Berry, a gentleman [accompanied by his wife] noticed me and asked in his most pronounced Southern accent “are you looking for the Allman Brothers?”  “Yes. sir, I sure am”.  He pointed over the road I was walking on and down the hill.  “They’re down there.”  The written word doesn’t do justice to his elocution, but suffice to say he sounded more “at home” than me, a transplanted Yankee.  The climb down the hill was a little steep, but there they were – two marble-white graves sitting side by side.  The graves gleamed in the Georgia sunlight as if they were two giant sugar cubes.  I got closer and I noticed things.  Some people left stones, others left flowers, and still others left quarters and guitar picks.  Over the years some miscreant visitors defaced the graves, forcing the Oakley family to take the step of enclosing the graves with brick and iron fencing.  I digress, but just a little.  For Peachheads everywhere, this is Mecca.  We don’t face Macon and pray five times a day, but it is the spiritual home of the band we Peachheads love and cherish.

The Allman Brothers Band has always been about family.  The Big House served as a communal home for the band’s extended family.  Berry & Linda Oakley [and their daughter Brittany (who is on the back cover of Brothers and Sisters)] lived there.  Duane Allman lived there for a time, as did Gregg, who had a brief relationship with Berry’s sister Candace.  Dickey Betts wrote Blue Sky and Ramblin’ Man there.  Like most families, they fought.  The worst fight came in 2000, when Dickey Betts and the band parted ways.  That was a sad parting for us Peachheads [angry and bitter for the participants].  But while Dickey and the band were estranged, it was good to know the children remained friends.  Devon Allman has a picture of him, Duane Betts and one of Roy Orbison’s sons in a Nashville bar from April 2016.  Devon’s comment was “A Betts, an Allman & an Orbison walk into a bar..........”   I mention this because the extended family was at the funeral.  Jaimoe and his family were there, as was percussionist Marc Quinones.  Derek Trucks, his wife Susan Tedeschi and their daughter were there.  Berry Duane Oakley was there.  I remember from way back in 1989 when I saw the reunion tour in Sacramento, and Berry Duane joined the band onstage to play Southbound, but I digress [just a little].  Cher was there with her son with Gregg, Elijah Blue.  Gregg had told Dan Rather in an interview a couple of years ago that he and Cher were much better friends than they were spouses. 












Mama Louise [Photo by Marcus Ingram/Getty Images]



Jaimoe [Photo by Marcus Ingram/Getty Images]

Derek Trucks [Photo by Marcus Ingram/Getty Images]

Chank Middleton [Photo by Marcus Ingram/Getty Images]

Cher [Photo by Marcus Ingram/Getty Images]

The rest of Gregg’s clan was there [his widow Shannon, sons Michael & Devon, and daughters Delilah & Layla in addition to son Elijah Blue], including Duane’s daughter, Galadrielle.  Dickey Betts was there with his son Duane and his manager David Spero.  Mr. Spero graciously allowed me to use some of the photos in this blog.  Mama Louise from the H&H Restaurant was there.  She used to feed the band during the lean early days in Macon [I met her once – she’s a very sweet lady].  She even got a credit on the Fillmore East album [“Mama Louise:  Vittles”].  Otis Redding’s family was reported to be there as well.  Warren Haynes is in Spain on tour with Gov’t Mule, but his wife Stefani was there, as was Rose Lane Leavell, whose husband Chuck was in England fulfilling a prior obligation.  Gregg’s lifelong friend Chank Middleton and his manager Michael Lehmen delivered eulogies at the service.

Former President Jimmy Carter was there.  I’m sure this was the first time that Secret Service agents were ever present for a rock star’s funeral.  The first time Mr. Carter ran for president in the 1970s, the Allman Brothers Band played fundraisers to raise money for his then-fledgling campaign.   The Carter-Allman connection continued as Mr. Carter was on-hand to present Gregg an honorary doctorate in humanities from Macon’s Mercer College.  Mr. Carter had this to say when he learned of Gregg’s passing:

“Rosalynn and I were deeply saddened when we learned that Gregg Allman had passed. Gregg and the Allman Brothers Band were very helpful to me in my 1976 presidential campaign. Gregg Allman was better known than I was at that time.  Gregg Allman was there when I needed him and Rosalynn and I have always been grateful to him.”


The funeral service itself was held at Snow’s Memorial Chapel, the same place where Duane Allman’s funeral took place 46 years ago.  It was a private affair.  At Gregg Allman’s request, there was a “no suit” rule.  Suit jackets were allowed.  The only ties that I saw were worn by personnel from Snow’s, as that is part of the professionalism that comes with their jobs.



















Snow's Memorial Chapel [Photo by Marcus Ingram/Getty Images]

The procession ran from the front of Snow’s on Cherry Street.  It ran from Cherry Street to First Street, then on to Riverside Drive.  Fans by the hundreds lined both sides of the street all the way to Rose Hill Cemetery.  Gregg’s final resting place is near those of his brother Duane and Berry Oakley.  According to Michael Lehman, that was in keeping with Gregg’s wishes.  He said that a “Good Samaritan” in Macon had owned 10 plots adjacent to Duane and Berry, and would sell them at to Gregg at the cost she paid.  Gregg and his manager bought all 10 plots.


















[Courtesy of Woody Marshall/Macon.com]

Macon TV station WMAZ ran a live video feed, as did radio station Q106.  Oldest son Michael Allman also ran his own live Facebook feed from inside his limo on the way to Rose Hill.  He captured the crowds as they lined the funeral procession from Snow’s Memorial Chapel until he reached Rose Hill.  There was a twenty-minute film clip of the graveside service posted on-line.  It was from this clip that I could identify those who attended.  The clip starts with Gregg’s casket sitting in the shade of a tent.  The cemetery was filled with fans who payed their respects while keeping a respectful distance from the mourners.  The only sound you can hear is the sound of bagpipes.  Then the photographer panned to the left, and you can see the mourner’s getting out of their cars [after having passed by Elizabeth Reed Napier] to make the long, slow trek up the hill to Gregg’s final resting place.  And there he was, wearing an orange t-shirt, blue jeans and a straw cowboy hat – Dickey Betts.  For this Peachhead [and I’m sure all the others] this was a most-welcome sight.  Duane Betts and David Spero were walking beside him.  It was a beautiful, sunny day in Macon.  It looks like it was quite hot.  Dickey, Duane Betts, and David Spero seated themselves in the shade of a nearby tree, but they still felt the need to fan themselves to fight the heat.  The mourners inside the tent fanned themselves as well.

































































Delilah Allman

Shannon Allman














The Allman Clan & Cher













Duane Betts, Dickey Betts, David Spero [With permission of David Spero]























[R-L] David Spero, Berry Duane Oakley, Dickey Betts, Duane Betts, Susan Tedeschi
[Courtesy of Rj Howson, with permission from David Spero]
















[Courtesy of Associated Press]

I was struck by one final sight. After the brief gravesite service the mourner’s filed out of the tent.  There was Gregg’s casket – alone.  But he wasn’t alone – there were scores of quiet, respectful fans to watch over him until he was lowered into the ground.


After the funeral, there was a private party at the Big House.  Berry Duane Oakley and Duane Betts played.  According to someone who posted on the Allman Brothers Band website, Dickey played In Memory of Elizabeth Reed, but I can’t confirm that.  The front gates to the Big House parking lot, which bears the band’s mushroom logo and a phrase from Midnight Rider [“the road goes on forever…”] were closed.  But fans gathered in front of the gates and around the Big House to hear the music.




































The Big House [Courtesy of Woody Marshall/Macon.com]

Some final thoughts – As tense as things were between Dickey and Gregg over the last several years, there was a look of sadness on Dickey’s face.  Berry Duane Oakley and Duane Betts are almost carbon copies of their respective fathers’ younger selves.  Devon Allman looks a lot like his uncle Duane.  Within the last year Devon Allman has lost both his mother and father.  I’ve been there – I know it’s tough.  What was Berry Duane thinking about when he saw the grave of the father he never knew?  Derek Trucks lost both his uncle Butch Trucks and Gregg within four months.  It's been a tough year, and it's not even halfway over.


















Duane & Dickey Betts, David Spero, Berry Duane Oakley [top]
[Courtesy of Rj Howson, with permission from David Spero]

Duane and Dickey Betts [Courtesy of Rj Howson, with permission from David Spero]

I’ll give Gregg the last word.  From Gregg's memoir, My Cross to Bear:
"When it's all said and done, I'll go to my grave and my brother will greet me saying, 'Nice work, little brother – you did all right.  I must have said this a million times, but if I died today, I've had me a blast. I wouldn't trade [my life] for nobody's, but I don't know if I'd do it again. If somebody offered me a second round, I think I'd have to pass on it."




Thursday, August 4, 2011

Tedeschi Trucks Band - Revelator


Since the listening public became aware of the talent that is Derek Trucks, he has been on a quest.  With each successive record he’s put out, he’s proving himself to be a fairly good songwriter, a fine arranger and bandleader.  The sounds he has pursued include rock, blues, jazz, funk, gospel and Eastern modal music.  His band’s performances are incendiary, full of improvisation and inspiration.   To my ears, he is the reincarnation of the late Duane Allman.  It’s fitting this slide guitar wizard occupies Duane’s chair as one of the two guitarists [with Warren Haynes] in the Allman Brothers Band.  One of his albums [Soul Serenade] is almost completely instrumental, save a guest vocal turn from Gregg Allman.  One album [Joyful Noise] features several vocalists, including Rubén Blades, Solomon Burke, Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, Javier Colón, and Susan Tedeschi [Mrs. Derek Trucks].  Songlines and Already Free find the Derek Trucks Band hitting its stride with a permanent vocalist [Mike Mattison].  Both albums have carefully crafted and executed songs that don’t lend themselves to jamming.  Through all the Derek Trucks Band albums he has proven hard to pigeonhole into any specific style.  This guy is always searching for the lost chord.

Susan Tedeschi – what can I say about her that hasn’t already been said by others?  Pick your favorite superlative to describe her as a vocalist and it will fit.  She’s been around since she graduated from the Berklee College of Music.  I first heard her sing John Prine’s Angel From Montgomery on Warren Haynes’ first Christmas Jam CD.  Since that discovery, I’ve since acquired Wait For Me, Back to the River, and Hope and Desire.  The first two are electrifying guitar blues with her band and contain both originals and select covers.  The last is all covers, where Susan shows off her ability to interpret others work, much in the same way as Emmylou Harris.  It’s a step away from her usual blues guitar albums – she concentrates only on her singing.  Susan met Derek Trucks in 1999 when her band opened some dates for the Allman Brothers Band.  They got married in 2001, had a baby, appeared as guests on each other’s albums, had another baby, built their own home studio [Swamp Raga Studios], then they decided they wanted to spend more time together as a family.  The couple began touring as the Soul Stew Revival.  Now the Tedeschi Trucks Band, this unit features players from both bands [Mike Mattison and Kofi Burbridge from DTB, Tyler Greenwell from Susan Tedeschi’s band], bassist Oteil Burbridge of the Allman Brothers, another drummer [JJ Johnson], another backup vocalist [Mark Rivers], and a horn section [11 players in all]. 

Now that Derek and Susan have put their respective bands on ice for the time being, they’ve produced an album of original songs, Revelator.  One might expect a band with so many instruments to sound like a mess, but Derek and Susan make it work.  The template for the album can be found on Susan’s Revolutionize Your Soul from Back to the River.  It’s got Derek, horns, and background singers.  They also continue the song craft that Derek began with Songlines and Already Free.  All songs on Revelator are Tedeschi Trucks Band originals.  I’ve seen it written that this band is a lot like Delaney & Bonnie and Friends, and that description is pretty accurate.  This band is all over the stylistic map - love songs [Midnight in Harlem], more Eastern modal stuff mixed with soul [Simple Things], bluesy gospel [Don’t Let Me Slide], a touch of New Orleans [Until You Remember], funk [Love Has Something To Say].  And did I say Susan is a pretty good guitar player in her own right?  Check out her guitar work on Love Has Something To Say.

Revelator is a fairly well-executed fusion of the best musical abilities of Susan Tedeschi and Derek Trucks.  It’s good, but not great.  If I have a complaint it’s that there are too many slow, laid back tunes.  I think they played it a little too safe.  I’ve heard Derek play “lights out” with the Allman Brothers – check out any version they’ve done of I Walk on Gilded Splinters and you’ll know what I mean.  I don’t expect Derek to solo his brains out, but I do expect to hear more of what made him noticed than what I hear on Revelator.  The rhythm section just doesn’t pick up the pace.  I know bassist Oteil Burbridge is capable of much, much more - I’ve heard it. That fire just isn’t on Revelator.  I count three songs that sound like they have some pace to them – the opener Come See About Me, Learn How to Love, and Love Has Something Else to Say.  Maybe there will be more up-tempo numbers next time.  I certainly hope so.  If you want a record to relax to, then Revelator is for you.  If you want to get your adrenaline going, look elsewhere.