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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
  Then There Is (Butt Moe Is Less)

Well now, Mom, Dad, some of you kiddies too, y'all know how a Stone Mountain-high billboard promoting the Allman Brothers Band's upcoming Hooterville show should read: "RETURN of the vanguard '70s Southern Rock, polyrhythmic, solar-systemic, all-tyme blues-tattooed-jazz-jam stars, eating peaches, 'shrooms and doom for breakfast and lunch too! Death-dogged dawgs, still death-defying, yet sometimes own-breath-they-frying Kings Of the Road for 35 years!" But ne'mind, Clementine: rat now, in Indian Summer '05, I yam floating through an '03 visitation of "Mountain Jam," which peacefully and peachfully loops me back through pre-Legendary days in Tuscaloosa, where I sat on a dusty-carpeted, hardwood floor with some of these guys, friends of a friend. We pointed at and jabbered about information found on the back of album covers. They were really into Mongo Santamaria, who made what was still called Afro-Cuban music. He employed (as players, and sometimes also as arrangers and composers) up-and-coming progressos like Chick Corea. (Results tended to be more fun than, say, listening past Herbie Mann's flutings, with an ear stretching toward Larry Coryell and/or Sonny Sharrock, buzzing down in the mix, but I think we did some of that too.) John Coltrane had covered Mongo's "Afro Blue," which led ABBabies from one kind of jazz to another. (Or vice versa. Really was a while back.) In late 1970 or early '71, they came back to play, in the auditorium of Morgan Hall, home of the University of Alabama's English Department. It was a setting in gray, quaint contrast to the lurid musical Godzillathon onstage. In early 1972, when, for various reasons (like Vietnam), the world seemed as gray and mottled as the pavement that had just claimed Duane, the surviving ABB returned to Tuscaloosa, unveiling the elegiac "Les Brers In A Minor," which was as bold and eloquent as any other moment spent with (all) such spirits. 1973: Once again in T-town, when the Crimson Tide was at its peak (and the war was going from mainly ground to primarily air, and backroom), the Brother hoodz seemed most appropriately viewed through the white line fever-visions of "Ramblin' Man." Of a late night appearance at Charlotte's mad '74 (Watergate Summer) Speedway mudfest, The International Carolina Jam (AKA August Jam, this one: I wrote, " Their sound's the air and everything in it." And, "I look straight up. The night sky winks." (Like sorry, but it's true.) Meanwhile, back in '03, the "Jam" is still revolving/ evolving, and, while listening to the disc of it in '05, I taste traces of jazzy goodies from the crispy late 60s/early 70s cusp: Mongo's version of "Watermelon Man," Wes Montgomery's "Bumpin' On Sunset," perhaps War's "Low Rider," surely the sleight return of Jimi's "Third Stone From The Sun," near the end, but not before Gregg's Hammond B-3 almost gives it up for "Boogaloo Down Broadway," by The Fantastic Johnny C! Gregg also plays the piano part on "Layla" like he's marching punks into Reform School assembly, but it works, and the guitars re-ignite right on cue. As in recent decades, he sings like Gran'paw 'Metheus in chains, but must have been taking his Geritol, because he puts across every word, and even the tribal "Ahh-ahh, ahh-aah-aah, ahh-ahh, aah-aah" 's on "Black Hearted Woman." Nevertheless, Warren Haynes' singing is a welcome change, especially on his deep blue "Patchwork Quilt," where "tears of sorrow, tears of rage" are, I think, for the late great Allen Woody, the bassist who, along with guitarist Haynes, is given deserved credit for reviving the Allman Brothers Band. (Even if they did eventually have to make their Gov't Mule side-project a full-time job, but that worked out for the best.) Now Warren's back (replacing ditched Dickey), with the ever-budding prodigy, Derek Trucks. (Who, on this '03 set, shapes the fluidity of his main themes with a scraping punctuation.) This is a team that Robert Christgau, Dean of American Rock Critics, and ABB nut from the get-go, even prefers to Duane and Dickey! I think that, in this context(in '03, anyway, when playing *together* in ABB was still new to them), obliged to perform much (though certainly not all) the same material that D.& D. defined, Warren and Derek don't project as much of their own musical personality as the Dawgfathers did. (Though the Dereks Trucks Band and Gov't Mule are something else again.) But the ABB's cliches are theirs, while Moe's three-disc live set, Warts And All, Volume 4 is a vigorously excruciating demonstration of every generic jam band cliché, evah. Hoedowns, a touch of reggae, almost-Bo-Diddley beats; nerdy, sub-Dylan-y complaints; sub-Robert Hunter philosophizin'; sub-"Dark Star" guitar detours, no-o-o! Still, I do like "Happy Hour Heros," about wryly rolling your eyes, and getting through a tiresome performance.(PS: 1) This is one of those Instant Live sets, sold Instantly at gig they've just documented, then, if there ever was any excessive crowd noise, as I've occasionally read about other sets, it's been tweaked from this nice-priced Charlotte 03 joint, at least, before it reappeared on ABB-authorized; 2)the only time on here when Allman cliches become a problem: when a reflexive slide YEEHHAAWS in midst of "Good Morning Little School Girl" 's sneaky grooves; 3) the proto-ABBabies were also into some country, as would later become more apparent when "Ramblin' Man" actually got played on 70s country radio, the first such crossover I can recall. But even early "Statesboro Blues" suggests early country. (Never heard the original, which might also, perhaps something like MS. Sheiks' delta-blues-to-honky-tonk crossover experiments?)I'm thinking of the vaudeville-ish country on some sides Jimmie Rodgers and Emmett Miller cut with accompaniment by say, Louis Armstrong, and the Dorsey Brothers, I think. Also come to think of it, Dickey did "Blue Yodel #3," wasn't it, with New Orleans horns, on Tribute To Jimmie Rodgers. (And epic glide "Kissimee Kid," with Vassar Clements, The King Of Hillbilly Jazz, it says here [RIP, again], on Dickey scuse me *Richard Betts'* great solo debut, Highway Call.) While in ABB,of course he would often raise a big dipper of blue slide-emulating-country-steel-emulating-Hawaii(hawaya)(Haveya seen that TV commercial, in which "Melissa" winds and calls all round the winding look the actress gives the actor when he finally shows--talk about your country.)

Thursday, September 15, 2005
  Gone With The Vroom

Gone With The Vroom: A Personal NASCAR Mixtape
by Don Allred
Dear Scarlett, this is Charlotte. Hello, Darlin'. You know you can't win. We
shall have the NASCAR Hall Of Fame, and Atlanta will, well, not burn again. How I do recall the Charlotte Pop
Festival of '74, at yon Speedway, and once again, I am moved to consider what Mr.
Chuck Berry means by "motorvation." (Join with me, girl, and soothe, nay, lose!
your sore loser wounds in the sheer adrenaline of musical celebration.)
1. Lynyrd Skynyrd: "Call Me The Breeze." Once again, the immortal DUKES OF
HAZARD movie soundtrack brings the true tale of young boys sailing through Eden,
long before pesky "environmental" rules grew the Snake!
2. Montgomery Gentry: "Gone." How their draw-wuh-uhl doth weave, even while
landing on the one! Like the "Devil's Third," or "Fifth", or whutever: banned
in the Middle Ages, for being flat and yet not. And they keep going, in
call-and-response, like a good work or gospel song should "Gaw-un, (Gaw-un), Gaww-un?
(Gaw-un)," until the straightaway: she's truly " Gaw-un lak a '59 Cadillac,"
which leads us to
3. Dwight Yoakam: "Long White Cadillac." Dwight sounds so shallow and
desolate, you know he really is that doomed 'billy star, hunkered down under his long
white hat, in the bottomless upholstery back there. In the Blasters'original,
Phil Alvin sounds a mite too soulful and healthy, compared to the glammed-out hokum of
Yoakam, keening and careening by.
4. Bruce Springsteen: "Cadillac Ranch." Isn't this like the Elephants'
Graveyard? But "even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am" is coming back now, as
Boss Hog in The Dukes Of Hazzard, so Eternity
can't be too long. It might be a little short.
5. ZZ Top: "Sharp Dressed Man." Sure, there are a number of Top car songs.
This isn't specifically a car song, lyrics-wise. But what SOUNDS the coolest,
what will not be denied? You know what.
6. Brooks & Dunn: "Red Dirt Road." One of their best. No bells and whistles,
no self-congratulation. No turning back, either. "That summer I turned a
corner in my soul," and the dust hasn't settled yet.
7. Chuck Berry/Duane Allman: "No Money Down." Just in case B& D's guy starts
sounding TOO humble, here we have a fearless believer in gasoline-related
lifeforms, who refuses to unpatriotically lower his expectations. You want to
trade him a Cadillac for his Ford, you say? He'll see and raise you: "And I want
a full Murphy bed/In my back seat/I want short-wave radio/I want TV and a
phone/You know I gotta talk to my Baby/When I'm ridin' alone." Have you ever
heard of such a thing? And even in early-Sixties dollars, "A ten-dollar
deductible/Twenty-dollar notes/Thirty thousand liability" really is "all she wrote." The
song is so cranked up, as written, that Duane Allman, who never added a solo
to his version, didn't even need to. (It's on THE DUANE ALLMAN ANTHOLOGY,
8.. Johnny Cash: "The General Lee"/Doug Kershaw And The Hazzard County Boys:
"Ballad of General Lee". If I knew how, I'd take these two tracks from the
re-issued soundtrack of the original DUKES series, and re-mix a "mash-up" (in
the musical, not automotive sense). Johnny moos contendedly in his trailer,
attached in more ways than one to the famous Cadillac-with-its-own name. Doug
Kershaw's Cajun fiddle is a scruffy, gleaming cowbird, forever landing/taking
off. (Oops, you missed the difference; watch it now!)
9. Cowboy Troy: "I Play Chicken With The Train": Kids, don't try this at
home. But using your imagination can be great. He thinks he's a rapper, and so, on
this track, "Big and black, clicketty clack," he chat-chat-chatters away. He
gets to be the chicken AND the train. What a lucky clucker! end#


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