"Old" Music Friday - Fifty-Years Today!

 

Hi gang, welcome to “old” Music Friday.  Why? Well, because today and tomorrow mark an important day in Rock and Roll History.  On March 12th and 13th, the Johnny Winter and Elvin Bishop bands played a show at Bill Graham’s Fillmore East in New York.  The newspaper ad read: Extra added appearance - Allman Brothers. A relatively new band - two albums as Hourglass and two as The Allman Brothers Band - they were still being described as “an integrated band from the Deep South.”  The band was supporting their second album Idlewild South and new single “Midnight Rider” - not the version you know, Greg Allman would hit #19 in 1974 with his solo cover - sadly, the original would garner little radio attention.  These ground-breaking blues/“Southern Rock” pioneers recorded their four sets that weekend, that come July, would be released as The Allman Brothers at Filmore East - the best live album ever made - until of course, it was re-released as complete, then reissued again to include the entire June 27th, 1971 performance at the Fillmore East’s Closing Night Concert (with J. Geils  Band and Albert King).  The Fillmore East would be no more, and by October 29th the band, as we knew it, would be no more with the motorcycle death of guitarist Duane Allman.  Fifty years ago. Wow.  Rock and Roll was a quicksilver flash, we’re fortunate that its moments were captured on tape.




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