Throwback Thursday: The Allman Brothers Band

Rest in peace, Gregg Allman.

I first got acquainted with music of The Allman Brothers Band as a first-semester freshman at Mary Washington College in 1990.  My cultural illiteracy as an 18-year-old was embarrassing — especially where music was concerned.  I’d arrived at the small, fairly conservative Virginia state school listening to … well, very little other than what I’d heard on the MTV countdown.  (I started loving Richard Wagner as a high school senior — but that niche interest was rare for someone my age, so far as I was aware.)  It was an ongoing issue when I was a college freshman that upperclassmen would roll their eyes or even occasionally hiss when I told them what music I was into.

Alumnus Steve Miller and his friends were the exception.  They showed me far more patience at their parties in “The Tunnel” between Mason and Randolph Halls — they exposed me to tons of The Allman Brothers, Pink Floyd, The Steve Miller Band, and The Beatles.  (No, the irony of a guy named Steve Miller coincidentally loving The Steve Miller Band was not lost on us.)  Steve and his friends were each, in varying degrees, an amalgam of Obi-Wan and a far mellower version one of the guys from “Animal House” (1978).

The Allman Brothers were really my first extended exposure to Southern rock.  (And, hey, you can’t get much more Southern than a band made up of guys named Berry Oakley or Butch Trucks.)  I listened to them whenever there was a party at Steve’s, even after he started hosting his soirees out of his apartment on Sunken Road. Everyone there loved The Allman Brothers.  I think “Ramblin’ Man” was probably the group’s favorite.

Today, “Midnight Rider” is by far and away my favorite Allman Brothers song.  Curiously enough, though, for the life of me, I do not remember hearing that one in college.  I actually started jamming to it after I heard Rob Zombie include it in the score for the opening montage of “The Devil’s Rejects” horror film in 2005.

Anyway … “The Tunnel” at “Mary Washington College” has apparently now been remodeled into the above-ground “The Link” at “The University of Mary Washington.”

Well la-dee-DA.

 

I trust my gay friends more than I trust Republicans.

With my friends, “playing for the other team” doesn’t mean the god damn Russians.

Anyway, I have a novel idea for protecting the West from Russian aggression.

We should somehow change the acronym “NATO” to “NEATO,” so our five-year-old president will decide that he likes it.

 

 

 

Damn, this is one good cup of covfefe.

Trumps’ presidency is such a disaster that, at this point, our only hope may be to launch a team of plucky oil drillers into space.

Every time I mention “Armageddon” (1998), someone makes a joke about its Morgantastic, Freemaniffic contemporary, “Deep Impact.”  I tell people it is on my list of things to watch, but I still haven’t even seen “Predestination” (2014), “The Fifth Element” (1997) or a single episode of “Breaking Bad” (2008 – 2013).

 

 

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“Thoughts,” John Henry Henshall, 1883

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“The Tower,” by W. H. Auden

“The Tower,” by W. H. Auden

(Part IX of “The Quest”)

This is an architecture for the old;
Thus heaven was attacked by the afraid,
So once, unconsciously, a virgin made
Her maidenhead conspicuous to a god.

Here on dark nights while worlds of triumph sleep
Lost Love in abstract speculation burns,
And exiled Will to politics returns
In epic verse that makes its traitors weep.

Yet many come to wish their tower a well;
For those who dread to drown, of thirst may die,
Those who see all become invisible:

Here great magicians, caught in their own spell,
Long for a natural climate as they sigh
“Beware of Magic” to the passer-by.

 

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“The Breakfast,” William McGregor Paxton, 1911

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“Medusa,” Jacek Malczewski, 1900

Oil on canvas.

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The Nolan Diet.

Heyyyyy, I’m losing weight. I think I lost 11 pounds since … I dunno, the last time I publicly whined about it here.

The trick is this — eat M&M’s in bed while watching Battlestar Galactica reruns, until Gaius Baltar’s shenanigans become so revolting that you inevitably drop M&M’s without realizing it.  Awakening after midnight, you find crushed M&M’s in your sheets like the sticky, crushed carcasses of blue- and orange-backed beetles.

You develop a revulsion toward M&M’s, and therefore eat less of them. (Less, fewer, whatever.) I’m a goddam genius.

Seriously, though, frak Gaius Baltar.

 

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“They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.”

“They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.” — Henry Ward Beecher

I wish everyone a safe and happy Memorial Day.

 

Photo: American flags sit at the gravesides of service members on Memorial Day at Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Va., May 30, 2016 (Photo by Senior Master Sgt. Adrian Cadiz.)

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