H
k
to listen to the Allman Brothers‘ „Mountain Jam“
full volume, I mean, really full volume,
sitting, on that 5:1-mix, in the auditorium,
Fillmore East, 1971,
Duane, Greg, the heavenly rhythm corporation,
the fuckin‘ organ,
and melt away
7 Comments
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Brian Whistler:
I was there, and I agree! It’s the closest thing to being there.
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Michael Engelbrecht:
You have been t h e r e, at that concert, on one of those three nights ?????!!!!!!
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Gregor:
Glückwunsch. Die Boxen wieder voll da? Alles also gut?!
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Michael Engelbrecht:
Wenn ich mit den Dingern im Fillmore lande, 1971, mir an der Bar ein Bier hole, und Duane Album den reinen Wahnsinn spielt, dann ist das schon ziemlich gut :)
I only don’t get it Brian W. has been there in actu or, virtually, with his studio equipment. If he has r e a l l y been there, I could hear his hands clapping …
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Michael Engelbrecht:
if you click on the photo, in the left corner, Five Years Later, the cover of that beautiful second Towner / Abercrombie album… time of guitarrists gone …
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Brian Whistler:
One of those nights. I couldn’t say this was The Night.
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Michael Engelbrecht:
I do have the blu ray audio with all the three nights, so, yes, your hand clapping or vocal resonse are part of the ambience – you didn’t do the Zen thing clappng with one hand…:)
This is special. I owned a copy of the double album which was a carefully compiled selection of two of the three nights since Christmas 71. I was 15 years and told my dad who was a general director for steel, he would make me happy with some records. My dad and I were different worlds, but that one was good teamwork. So, in Toronto, where he had been in late autumn 1971, he bought me (or told some driver to do so) Aretha Franklin: Live at Fillmore, with a guest appearance of Ray Charles, Joni Mitchell’s Blue, and The Allman Bros. Classic.
Till 17, 18 love and sex have been a mix of desaster, failure, short luck, long yearning, romantic dream theatre, emotional rollercoaster – but my lust for music was the haven, the horizon. In sound, as paradox as it sounds, infinity became a safety net.
So, at the end of the year when IN MEMORY OF ELIZABETH REED was on high rotation in my teenager playground, Mr. Brian Whistler, a few years older than me, might already have been part of a very enthusiastic audience :) – this is not exactly like SENSE 8, but a subtle way of crossing trails …