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Rating: The Allman Brothers were a handover with a firm handshake between a disillusioned dreamer from the West Coast and a straightforward blacksmith from the American South; a turbulent turning point for a music scene undergoing a radical transformation. Historical/temporal situation: the start of the new decade and the tragic end of myths - musical and ideological; symbolic and personified - protagonists in the previous one.
The music of The Allman Brothers meant a return to the roots of the Blues using the fantasy of improvisation, a more muscular and aggressive reinterpretation of the exploratory flights expressed in the psychedelic Jams of Acid Rock.
Whiskey instead of LSD.
In 1971, there was released what was undoubtedly their best album, I'm referring to the live "At Fillmore East", recorded during four consecutive concerts held on the sacred stage of the Fillmore East Theater in New York City. But the music market, besides trying to deceive us with absurd posthumous compilations or supplying us with collages of songs taken in a questionable manner from different concerts, often offers pleasant surprises. In 2003, the complete version of The Allman Brothers’ performance at the Atlanta International Pop Festival of 1970 was released. That is, a few months before the aforementioned New York Live. That is, one of the historic musical events joined by B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix, Captain Beefheart, Procol Harum, Johnny Winter, and other prominent figures. That is, they play at home - in front of 600,000 people - in an atmosphere that smells of definitive consecration.
Two dates. July 3 and the early hours of July 6. The setlist was very similar overall to that of Fillmore East, with the addition of the cover "Hoochie Coochie Man" by Dixon and Muddy Waters - already present on their studio album - and their "Dreams" and "Every Hungry Woman", played only on the first night. Both nights concluded with the pyrotechnic "Mountain Jam": a surge of rock-blues and guitar intertwining - along with drum solos - interrupted by rain during the first concert but enjoyable in its 28 minutes of the closing show - with the addition of Johnny Winter as a third guitar. Personally, listening to these six guys (seven with harmonica player Thom Doucette), I never find myself getting bored; thanks to the variety of sounds that blend and present themselves to perceptions despite, moreover, the simplicity of the pieces. Indeed, I manage each time to find new details upon listening. And it is truly incredible what Duane Allman was capable of with the slide guitar and how the whole band was able to follow him while keeping that brutal rhythm.
On the importance of this double album in your collection, I'll leave the necessary considerations to your desire to delve deeper. But whether you’re interested or not: this is History.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Statesboro Blues (06:05)
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.
I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues.
Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them too.
Well my momma died and left me,
My poppa died and left me,
I ain't good looking baby,
But I'm somewhat sweet and kind.
I'm goin' to the country, baby do you wanna go?
But if you can't make it baby, your sister Lucille said she wanna go.
(and I sure will take her).
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen;
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen.
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
And she look like a dog gone queen.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.
03 Trouble No More (04:04)
by McKinley Morganfield
Copyright 1955 (renewed 1983) Watertoons Music (BMI)
Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay,
it's good kind treatment,
bring you home someday.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Now you keep on bettin',
that the dice won't pass.
Well I know, and I know,
whoa, oh you're livin' too fast.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Yeah, I'll tell everybody,
in my neighborhood.
You're a kind little woman,
but you don't do me no good.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
I know you're leaving,
if you call that's gone.
Oh without my lovin' yeah,
oh, you can't stay long.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Well good bye baby,
yeah well take my hand.
I don't want no woman no,
who can't have no man.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore. Trouble no more.
Oh yeah... yeah babe.
08 In Memory of Elizabeth Reed (11:34)
by Forrest Richard Betts
(c) 1970 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co., Inc.
Instrumental
09 Whipping Post (14:46)
I've been run down
I've been lied to
I don't know why,
I let that mean woman make me a fool
She took all my money
Wrecks my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
They're drinkin' in some cross town bar
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'
My friends tell me
That I've been such a fool
And I have to stand down and take it babe,
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
Nothin' seems to change
Bad times stay the same
And I can't run
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'
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