By Derek Malone
In 1991, I saw a neo-noir film called Rush. It’s the story of two young undercover narcotics detectives, played by Jason Patrick and Jennifer Jason Leigh, who pose as junkies to bring down a drug kingpin played by a laconic, Gregg Allman. It was a period piece set in the world of Southern Rock; mid-1970’s Texas, rowdy honky-tonk bars with Harley Davidsons and muscle cars in the place of horses at the hitching post, all populated with longhaired men in fancy western shirts and cowboy hats.
Allman barely speaks a word in the entire film but he really didn’t have to. He was there mainly as a presence, holding court with the damned, strutting amongst the drunken and drugged-out habitué with an unspoken authority. He was an archetypical figure in pop culture by this point, and the audience knew that this was a world that he, perhaps more than anyone else, had created and personified.
Allman’s real life journey began as a white southern boy steeped in black music. He had a distinctive soulful blues singing voice that was both husky and full of anguish. He began his career in the business with the 60’s pop acts, Allman Joys, and then Hour Glass, bands he co-founded with his older brother, guitarist and session-great, Duane Allman. Though he is best known for the music of the Allman Brothers Band, the prototypical southern rock band which he toured with on and off for 45 years, it seemed that a part of him always longed to be a pop singer with hit songs on the radio, a desire at odds with the dark and mercurial persona he exhibited both on and off stage. To me, he always sounded like he was tied to the whipping post.
Perhaps Gregg Allman’s talent may never have been realized without his being constantly roiled by a life of personal tragedies that began almost from the very beginning when his father was shot to death by a hitchhiker when he was only two years old. As the late Irish writer Frank McCourt once wrote, “The happy childhood is hardly worth your while.”
Early on, The Allman Brother’s Band partially embraced the hippy aesthetic, with the “People-can-you-feel-it? Love-is-everywhere” chorus of “Revival” on their second album, Idlewild South, and with the magic mushrooms and swirling psychedelia of their stage back-drops and promotional art. But my feeling was always that they were from a much darker commune of the spirit, one steeped in the blues, as properly understood.
A masterwork of the 1970’s, one that made a definite impression on yours truly was Allman Brothers Band Live At Fillmore East. Even the album cover was great; an iconic black and white photo, which captured the sextet in an unguarded jovial moment perched atop their gang-boxes of gear in a hardscrabble brick alleyway. It’s one of the great images in rock n’ roll.
Live at Filmore East was the Allman’s third release, the one that defined their career as a band, a double-record set containing only seven tracks, a compendium of the best recordings that could be salvaged over two consecutive July nights at promoter Bill Graham’s Fillmore East in Manhattan. Producer, Tom Dowd, described their new and eclectic style as that of “a rock ‘n’ roll band playing blues in the jazz vernacular.” It remains one of the most enduring live albums to this day.
It was the third track that closes out the first side, “Stormy Monday” that initially grabbed me when I first heard this record. Originally it was a T-Bone Walker number that had been revised by Bobby Bland before the Allmans turned in the final draft. It has to be one of the best blues ballads I’ve ever heard, anchored by Gregg’s vocals and organ-vamping. But it’s also just as much a jazz number that turns mellow and relaxing, dreamy and transporting, but with a few cathartic moments in the soloing. I cannot hear it without imagining myself in a dark, smoke-filled room, in a better place, in a better time.
Guitarist, Dickie Betts, would later say of the period, “That was our pinnacle. The Fillmore days are definitely the most cherished memories that I have. If you asked everybody in the band, they would probably say that.”
That fall, Duane Allman would be killed in a motorcycle accident. Bassist, Berry Oakley, was also killed the same way, a year later, three blocks away from the spot in Macon, Georgia where Duane had fallen. Mercifully, celebrity death didn’t strike this band three times.
Gregg and the band would continue on with the 1973 platinum-selling hit record, Brothers and Sisters (their best studio album) which was recorded simultaneously with his solo debut, Laid Back, which featured the classic anthem, “Midnight Rider.”
Allman was married seven times (Seven Brides for One Brother!) fathered five children and even dated porn-superstar Savannah, who shot herself to death in 1994. But it was his 1975 wedding with Cher that made him tabloid fodder for a time. She filed for divorce nine days later, but ended up sticking around long enough to record a duet album, Two The Hard Way, which was billed under the fantastic stage name, Allman and Woman. Music critics seem to be of the opinion that it’s one of the worst pop albums ever, so there’s no better reason imaginable to seek it out for yourself. Here’s them performing “Move Me” on the Old Grey Whistle Test in 1977.
Allman continued to explore his pop side intermittently over the following years. A minor 1987 countrified solo hit, “I’m No Angel,” which I had to endure several times a day for months as a record store clerk in high school (the track played on constant rotation as part of a promotional campaign.) It struck me as a bit saccharine and milquetoast for Gregg Allman, but falls easier on my ears now. Surprisingly, I’m growing quite fond of it:
Finally, for the past several decades, I’ve made it a personal mission to turn people on to one of my favorite concert videos of all time. It’s from the Allman Brother’s 1982, Brothers of the Road tour. It is said to represent a nadir of the band’s career. They claimed that they were burnt-out and drunk throughout the whole time period, and the band broke up for several years afterward. All I can say is, if this was them at their worst…
The tour featured an irregular line-up that included Dan and Frankie Toler on guitar and drums, David Goldflies on bass, and a second keyboardist, Mike Lawler, who even adds some synthesizer to the mix. Very unusual for their oeuvre. This was a period where Dickie Betts stepped up as the band’s front man, and Greg mostly sat passively, unsmiling and somewhat morose, behind his Hammond organ. Perhaps befitting his mood, he was dressed from head to toe in black, his face obscured by large sunglasses, a beard, and that long, golden mane of hair.
But there’s a great moment when he moves to center stage, acoustic guitar in hand, to perform a ballad from the newest album, “Never Know How Much I Needed You.” To me this was and is the essential Gregg Allman, mournful and forever in search of an elusive, ultimate romantic love.
I can understand getting tired of a song when you hear it over and over. For me, ‘I’m No Angel’ is one I NEVER tire of hearing. That sums up that entire record for me.
The other element of the album, to me, is Dan Toler’s guitar. The fretwork on ‘Things That Might Have Been’ is astounding.
Rip in peace Gregg ,like the allman brothers and his solo stuff,laid back is a favorite album for me.Gregg had his personal demons and I think his music will go on forever.Listen to the song these days on the laid back album it sounds to me like he is making a statement about his life after Duane and Barry died I think that impacted alot of his decisions in his life.I think it tormented him thru it all.Take care Gregg,play on where ever you are.
Saw them 14 times. THE best jam band. The last show I saw them Greg had already checked out. Regardless, he was the best. One of the coolest rock stars ever, too. He had a good run.
Great piece and there’s not much about ABB I don’t know :)
Many thanks.
Savanah wasn’t a porn star when he met her. She was a 15 year old girl.
Tank you for this informative article!
From the moment “Statesboro Blues” started, on Live @ the Fillmore, to the moment you heard Gregg’s voice, you knew you were listening to the “real deal!”
A tragic loss indeed, but it seemed to be coming with the short bursts of news bites regarding his health and cancellations of tour dates. I unfortunately never saw the Allmans in their 70’s hey day, but I did get to them in the early 90’s… great shows, and I think I’ll also remember the show as the only concert where I got high by simply sitting in the audience.. I swear to God, about half way through the show, my wife and I turned to each other as we sat below a sea of pot smoke, and said to each other ” I think I’m high”… but the highlight of the show was when the majority of the band came to the edge of the stage and all jammed on acoustics guitars.
I also had the pleasure of seeing Gregg on his solo tour for the I’m No Angel album, in a small, once legendary club, in Poughkeepsie called The Chance. I don’t believe he ever came out from beind his keyboards which were off to the side of the stage… it was a bit of a struggle to see him.
Great article Derek. I remember when RUSH came out, but never saw it. I didn’t know Gregg was in it. I just alway think of it as the movie that featured Clapton’s Tears in Heaven on the soundtrack. If I ever see it scheduled on cable, I’ll have to make sure I watch it.
Thank you, Marty. I didn’t see them until the “Seven Turns” reunion in 91 myself. The important thing is that I saw them with Betts and Jaimoe.