I’m the conflicted daughter of a staunch Yankee-minded mother from liberal Massachusetts and an unapologetic, proud, good old boy from deep within central Alabama. My soundtrack of my childhood ranged from Blondie to the entire genre of Southern Rock. Gregg Allman’s voice can resurrect memories of girlhood sticky summer nights chasing fireflies and my itchy, mosquito bitten limbs as quickly as the taste of buttered pecans and peach ice cream.
And, hello, he loved and was married to Cher. Cher!
To fondly remember the raspy drawl and soul filled writings of Gregg Allman, here is a small handful of some of my favorite songs from the Allman Brothers. Now, where are the fireflies?
In Midnight Rider he sang his fugitive alter ego had to run to keep from hiding but oh goodness I love his hook: “But I’m not gonna let them catch me, no; Not gonna let ’em catch the midnight rider.”
Well, dangit, he goes and does it again…. Inspiring me to not stay heavy and static. I love the rich imagery of his lyrics and the way in which I can imagine and visualize his scenes.
Shut. Up! It’s simply not possible for me to sit still when this song comes on the speakers. I feel this one all the way down deep in my belly. Whipping Post is one of those songs when I hear it, and I can influence volume control, I play it frigging loud.
Okay, so this is actually a Percy Sledge song – and let’s be honest – Percy OWNS this song. But, if you haven’t heard the cover by Gregg Allman, it’s worth your listen.