Saturday, October 22, 2005

If you wanna crash course in Delta Country Blues,check out R.Crumb's comic book at


you truly are evil. I love you more than ever now.

Oh wow, Burke and the gang are gonna love dis stuff!

Just a theory as to why Buddy Burke has a burr up his butt re: the Marty Whiddon album....

>>If you notice, Burke had the two shortest songs on the entire album. Neither one is even 90 seconds long! I'd say that's either a kick in the ass or a reflection of musicianship if neither of your songs lasts longer than a good wet kiss.

>>I'll pay good money to have someone post "Sock it to Me Santa" or "Come on and Sing Merry Christmas" in an MP3 file on this site...(Or, I'll prove that a good wet kiss lasts longer!)>>Regards,

Friday, October 21, 2005

See if ya can pick up the Tiger Jack Show tomorrow morning from 9 till 12 on
I'm sure Tiger Jack will have a remote from the Locker Room front porch tomorrow morning before Fat Phil gets assaulted by 80,000 pissed off Bama fans throwing Krispy Kremes at him at Bryant-Denny so I'll go by and check out the scene while I avoid Alex because he'll wanna see money in my hand & mine,unfortunately, will be empty.

See it hurts Alex's feelings when you don't give him money but I understand & so does Tiger Jack.
When you don't have money to give him, stay away from Alex.
Please check out ACADEMIC SHITHEADS because we got a classic case study academic shithead English professor from Starkville who has won literary awards for copying Carl Carmer's STARS FELL ON ALABAMA WORD FOR WORD!

Zane has carved out a few more details on The 40th Anniversary of the First Acid Test in Vegas during Halloween. Check it out at

Brenda Burford's frugal arthritic brother Benji finally contacted "Cuba, Alabama"!

CHEVY 6 has an incredible juke box at

Great to hear from you!
Things are going great, but I'm too busy and arthritic for shit.
Your blog is cool! Keep sending the emails. Every now and then I get a break from juggling flaming balls and get to check stuff out.Chevy 6 still plays! 32 years! A couple of times a month, which is less than I need to, but more than I want to. Especially if it involves traveling. We always come back after the gig, and I feel like I've had a truck parked on top of me all night.Yours,--
Ben Burford
DavisDenny Advertising & Related Services, Inc.
2545 Highland Ave.
Suite 102
Birmingham, AL 35205
205-933-1450 Fax

MAL THURSDAY wants somebody to review his podcast of "THE ALL-TIME GREATS FROM THE SUNSHINE STATE"!
He mentions that THE CANDYMEN were from Bama but he doesn't mention that they were from ALABAMA'S FLORIDA LINE!

Also, he doesn't mention that in addition to Rockin' Rodney The Spanish {NOT CUBAN!!!!} Refugee From Ybor City, Billy Gilmore[Sarasota], Little Bobby Peterson [Gainesville] and Big Bob Nix [Jacksonville] were all from Florida.

Somebody please review this podcast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Y'all:

I'd be much obliged if you might take a minute or two to rate Florida Rocks Again! 5 stars (or, if you thought it sucked, 4 stars) and write a brief review of the show at

We've got four new full-length episodes going up on Yahoo! Podcasts and a new episode going up on pirate radio over the weekend. Just go to the above link to find 'em. They should be available by Monday at the latest.

Thanks, dudes.

J.M. Dobies[a.k.a. Mal Thursday-ed.]
Producer Florida Rocks Again!
Industrious Communications Inc.
P.O. Box 1975 St. Augustine, FL 32085

& I don't know what kind of burr got up Burke's butt but he appears to be highly offended by "Cuba, Alabama" publishing the credits for MARTY WHIDDON's landmark album, WE'RE GONNA HAVE AN OLD FASHION CHRISTMAS!

From :
Richard Burke
Sent :
Friday, October 21, 2005 5:16 PM
To :
"Robert Register"
Subject :
Re: Marty Whiddon.

Did you ever think there was a reason why none of us ever mentioned that
particular recording before? Sock it to me Santa in fuckin' deed! We were
all whores once upon a time, that is once! Who outed us Reg, spill the
beans, who sent you those credits that discredited all of us? I want to
know, I demand to know. Tell me who sent you that image or we're back to
lots of BBQ sauce and exezera nakins!

Let’s Go Back With Tiger Jack

By Carla Jean Whitley

September 13, 2005
Jack Garretson’s dreams have come full circle from his days in high school of wanting to be a disc jockey to working today in his retirement as the host of a radio show.Garretson, whose program airs 9 a.m.-noon Saturdays on WTBC 1230-AM ,
said he stumbled upon the chance to fulfill his dream and hasn’t forgotten the day he decided that radio was for him.

He was a student at Montgomery’s Robert E. Lee High School, spending a Sunday afternoon at a local roller-skating rink. One of the local disc jockeys was broadcasting on location, and the attention he was receiving caught Garretson’s eye.“He had all these little teenage girls hanging around,” Garretson said. “I thought that might be something I needed to pursue. That’s what got me interested in the radio business.”

Garretson, who studied radio and television at the University of Alabama, said his dream became reality in 1963 while he was attending summer classes at UA. In one of the classes, he met a man who worked at WTBC. The station was looking for someone to work the midnight shift, the man told him. “I got the all-night thing there at TBC, probably because I was willing to do it,” Garretson said. “Not many people were [interested in working those hours] at the time.”School didn’t stand a chance against the opportunities a life in radio afforded. “I tried to work all night and go to class. Eventually, I went to sleep in one,” he said.

It was decision time.“I decided if I was going to do the radio thing, I needed to do it. If I was going to do the college thing, I needed to quit the radio,” said Garretson, who doesn’t claim to have been a great student.

It was a battle, and radio won. “Working at a radio station changed my life totally, 180 degrees,” he said. “I was basically a very shy and bashful kid. I was just a flunk out when it came to girls. All that changed when I went to work at the radio station. I developed some kind of personality.”

Garretson’s radio career introduced him to many bands, from local groups to national acts like the Allman Brothers. In fact, one of Garretson’s pals from a Tuscaloosa band in the 1960s is responsible for Garretson’s radio moniker{The Great Johnny Wyker- ed.].In 1965, Garretson was still working the midnight shift at WTBC when the friend was forming a group that became known as The Rubber Band. The friend would call Garretson at work, and they would talk about music. During one of those conversations, Tiger Jack was born.“I would occasionally – now only occasionally – I would go out before I’d go to work,” Garretson said. “This particular night I had been out, and I was feeling pretty good. He called and said, ‘boy, you’re roaring like a tiger tonight.’ ” Those words evolved into Tiger Jack, a nickname that Garretson said stuck after he went to work for B.F. Goodrich in the early 1970s.

“I got married, and it was time to get a real job,” said Garretson, who worked in country radio part time until the early 1980s.After he retired in June 2000 Garretson returned to the airwaves. WTBC asked him to re-create his show from the ’60s and play the same music and even some of the commercials used at that time.“I wasn’t real sure I wanted to, to tell you the truth,” Garretson said. “But I thought I’d give it a short try. It was such an uplifting experience that we’ve been doing it three years now, almost. The good people of Tuscaloosa remembered.”

A lot changed in the three decades Garretson was away from WTBC, when he played records on turntables. Now, he’s working in the world of CDs and computer technology. “That’s why I have so much trouble with it,” he said.Garretson said that age also has affected his performance. “I can’t do it like I used to, because I’ve gotten old somewhere along the way. I don’t think as fast as I used to, and I don’t remember what I want to say sometimes,” Garretson said. “I’ll open that mic, and it just doesn’t come out.”

Although the station’s technology and programming have changed, Garretson’s show has not. Today, radio stations are often known for playing music of a particular genre such as country, classic rock or alternative rock. In the ’60s, WTBC played everything from Motown to rockabilly.“If it had a little beat to it or if it was a nice, sweet love song, we pretty much played it,” he said. “I play the same music now. The only difference now is I get to play what I want instead of what somebody else tells me to play.”

Even when he’s not on the air, Garretson said he mostly listens to music of that era. “The music was exceptionally good, or it wouldn’t have survived as long as it has,” he said.“Of course, our parents would accuse, ‘that’s nothing but a bunch of screaming,’ even back then. But that’s what it sounds like to me today, a bunch of screaming and a bunch of loud guitars. Everything evolves, and rock and roll has evolved into what it is today.”

Despite those many years being away from the radio booth, Garretson said he is satisfied with the way his life has progressed. “I got lucky,” he said. “You’ve got to get luck in life to do what you set out to do."

“I didn’t get real famous because of it, but I got to do what I wanted to do.”

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Zane Kesey ,Ken's son,& the Babbs brothers,Ken Babbs' sons, are commemorating in Las Vegas on Halloween the 40th anniversary of the first Acid Test which occurred at Ken Babbs' house in Santa Cruz on Sunday, November 27, 1965.

Here's Simon Babbs' pitch from

Welcome to my auction. I am Simon Babbs, son of Ken Babbs, the Intrepid Traveler. I was born on the Farm back in 1968, Ken Kesey's farm in Pleasant Hill. In a log cabin next to the pond. In 69 I went to Woodstock with my dad who ran the free stage. Items up for bidding are trips with the Merry Band of Pranksters with them on their bus from Kesey's Farm in Pleasant Hill, Oregon down to S.F. for some shows during the weekend of the 29th and the 30th of October and then on to Las Vegas Nevada for Halloween on the 31st for the 40 year commemorative Acid Test with the Merry Band of Pranksters at the Front Door, 4813 Paradise Road, Las Vegas, Nevada.

You are not just bidding on the right to tag along, you are bidding on becoming a member of the Merry Band of Pranksters for this show. You must be prepared to take the stage with the Pranksters and perform with them at the first Acid Test they have performed at in 40 years. The time the bus leaves has yet to be decided. The route has yet to be announced. Your bid for this historic event will make it all happen for us that much easier. There are at this point three extra spots available. Fee free to call my Brother Eli who will be driving the bus on his phone at 503-939-5373 if you have bid on this auction.

photo of Ron Bevirt's sign, courtesy of

Ron Boise's sculpture being installed

From an article in the Santa Cruz Sentinel :

Few downtown merchants knew Bevirt was one of Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters, a photographer on the psychedelic International Harvester bus that would, on occasion, be parked outside. Other Pranksters, like Neal Cassady, the notorious Dean Moriarty of Jack Kerouac’s ‘‘On the Road,’’ occasionally worked at the store, and Kenneth Babbs had a home in the area. Lee Quarnstrom, today a reporter for the San Jose Mercury News, had connected with the Pranksters in La Honda and then drifted here. He took a job at the Hip Pocket for $20 a week and all he could read.

Meanwhile, Ron Boise, 33, a former neighbor in La Honda who had done a little artistic modification on ‘‘Further,’’ the Prankster bus, was now showing his sculpture as part of the developing cultural scene in Aptos. The artist, known for massive metal sculptures, particularly of nudes, staged his first local show at the beat generation coffee bar and gallery called The Stickey Wicket.

Ken Babbs corrected our PSYCHEDELIC WORLD HISTORY version of him hosting the Earth's first ACID TEST found at

Subject: Re: Po' Ole Buddy May Have Had A Brain Fart, Jimmy Dean Came Through & Capn Keeps Us Up Wid Katrina

[host of the very first Acid Test almost 40 years ago at his book
store in Santa Cruz,CA on November 27,1965]

at my house, not a bookstore, and the bookstore probably being
referred to was owned by peter dema and ron bevirt and was called the
hip pocket bookstore.


I forgot to say I never have owned a bookstore and can confidentally
predict I never will, but you never know, you never know so I will

From deadlists

Merry Pranksters
Unknown Venue
Soquel, Santa Cruz, CA
11/??/65 - Sunday

Soquel, near Santa Cruz (Warlocks?): 1st Acid Test? The Deadhead's Taping Compendium -- p.85: "The parties were outgrowing La Honda...first acid test was held in November 1965.
Master recordings of "Acid Tests" by Pranksters: "were several Ampex 601 two-track stereo reel-to-reel tape decks..." -- [Ref.: The Deadhead's Taping Compendium -- p.6 Ken Babbs & p.85].
Teddy GoodBear , The Deadhead's Taping Compendium p.85, Owsley Stanley III.
Teddy Goodbear


Ken Kesey decided to go public with his own parties. On November 27, 1965, he put up a small poster in a bookstore advertising an "Acid Test" in a private home. It was clear to an acidhead what Kesey hoped to do: throw a big party where everyone took LSD and made some collective cosmic breakthrough. Not by meditation and listen­ing to Indian music, the way Timothy Leary was recommending on the East Coast, but by court­ing the unexpected. If you came to an Acid Test, you'd find Kesey's Merry Pranksters messing with microphones and gadgets, plus a light show, a slide show about American Indians, a rock band called the Warlocks, Kesey's own musical group (the Psychedelic Symphonette) and lots of weird people.

But how to describe what he was inviting people to? Kesey considered it participatory theater, like the Happenings that were the current rage in the art world. Everybody paid a dollar admission, including Kesey.
curb my tongue.


Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Katrina Post #1
Sent: Friday, October 14, 2005 7:33 AM
Subject: Re: and ...

Nair nothin' but a thang, nothin' but a chicken wang hangin' by a strang down by the Burger Kang smokin' a Kool Filter Kang....
It beeze dat way sometime

Christopher, Heady[the Pomeranian], Tootsie[the pit bull] and me made it to the island. The west end is still closed[but my buddy has an entry permit] and FEMA is here and you wake up to helicopters patroling the beach but everything is opening back up. I conned the secretary at the Sea Lab to let us into the library stacks to use the computer so C and I are checking our email.

We leave here for Coden and Bayou LaBatre. Lots of neat shelves in the junk piles. Refrigerators and Coke machines and riding lawnmowers are everywhere. Ditches , in the woods.

Boats still cast up on shore. Saw one across the highway when we were coming in.

We gonna be "Flirting With Disaster" in a few minutes.

Katrina Post #2

Unbelievably, Christopher and I made it all the way into Pass Christian on Friday. They found two bodies while we were there. No way to describe what is going on other than the government has their thumb up their ass and folks like me are going to help them pull it out. The loot is unbelievable. The china cabinets dumped plates and silver right in the house when they tipped but then they went coastal and became boats which moved all the way back into the debris field in the salt marsh where they deposited more plates and silver. Everything's sitting there right now undisturbed waiting for the cadaver dogs to show up.

The environmental screwballs in the Coast Guard are really getting a bad reputation around here. They already stole everybody's diesel fuel out of their boats because there was a possibility of "POTENTIAL OIL DISCHARGES"!

Tens of thousands of dollars of good diesel fuel has now sprouted legs and moved on to parts unknown!

Not only that, the commander of the GULF STRIKE TEAM wants folks to get environmental impact studies before they can pull their multi-million dollar rigs out of the Bayou La Batre MUD!

It's so KEWL! They're gonna end up having to wear combat helmets and flak jackets to the South Mobile County press conferences!

3 of 4 dwellings Gone or Damaged


Hurricane Katrina's combination of 160 mph sustained winds, a 35-mile-wide eye, a 30-foot or higher tidal surge and a storm track that cut a 300-mile-wide swath over a densely populated area produced a startling statistic Wednesday: More than one-third of the estimated 171,000 dwellings in Mississippi's six coastal counties have been destroyed.

AP photo of grounded boats on the shore of Bayou La Batre
As storm debris piles grow, inspectors will mark the ones with hazardous materials, Dorian said, so they can be separated out before collection. Lt. Cmdr. Jim Elliot of the Coast Guard's Gulf Strike Team said at least 400 sunken or damaged vessels in Alabama and Mississippi have been assessed and photographed in the wake of Katrina. The Mobile-based team is trying to track down their owners, and a similar effort based in Baton Rouge is underway for Louisiana waters.

Most of the vessels targeted for removal have been in hard-hit Mississippi - at Pass Christian, the Industrial Canal of Biloxi and the Pascagoula River area.

In Alabama, Elliot said 72 fishing vessels in Bayou La Batre were damaged or submerged by Katrina. Ten of those vessels in the fishing village were being pulled out of the water because of fuel leaks. Elliot said federal officials try to find the owners before taking charge of a vessel in distress."If it's a hazard to human health or the environment, we will take care of the situation, pump out the oil and take off the hazardous material," he said. If it's cost-effective for the government, the vessel also could be removed from the water, taking care to protect the environment.If there's a vessel stranded in a wetland, for example, before they dredge out a channel to get the boat out, all options must be weighed.

There are some environmental permit issues involved in salvaging a vessel.

"That's why we're contacting owners to see what their intentions are," Elliot said.

The Gulf Strike Team, organized more than 30 years ago, has handled at least 575 cases of hazardous materials and oil pollution in Alabama and Mississippi caused by Katrina.

& now on to DOTHAN BANDS!
From: "Bill Hanke"
Subject: Dothan bands
Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 10:12:20 -0400
The Plantation club was out hiway 84. The It'l do club was in Geneva Alabama. A big fight broke out one night when we were playing there and the place was set on fire and burnt to the ground. Don's lounge was in the Northside Mall.
The Ranch was about a mile from the Flamingo club, on the same road.
Another place was the Alibi Inn. Thats where Norman Andrews and the Offbeats played for several years.It was about a mile from the Oasis. I saw the Webs play several times at the Oasis.
Bill Hanke

"robert register"
Re: From the Swamps To The Beaches,The Alltime Greats From the Sometime State, West Florida Rocks Again!
Tue, 11 Oct 2005 18:25:50 -0500

Robert, you may have to help me out with my spelling...
In the late sixties I was very interested in the local music scene... I was only 16 in 1966, but I had an old car, and I got around... I would listen to bands through the wall from just outside the bandstand... I would lurk around saloon exits to catch a glimpse of the band, or hear a few bars of music while customers came in and out... I learned to talk bouncers and doormen into letting me stand just inside the door so I could hear the band... Some band members would help me sneak in a back door, or claim I was a family member and get me in... This was the case when Roan Campbell got me in the Flamingo to hear him, and Bill Hankie, and George Cheshire billed as "The Clan"... I heard J. Paul Scott, Jacky Mills, and Jim Bell playing some killer jazz through the back door of the Elks Club... I also heard the Bill Farmer Combo there... I remember hearing Roger Die sing "Tell It Like Is" at the Plantation Club... I heard Joe White, and Claude Bell with the Stan James Trio... at the Enlisted Men's Club at Ft. Rucker and sat in for Claude on bass... I heard the great David Thornton playing a 59 Strat through a 64 Vibra-Verb at the Ranch... I also watched Frankie Davis jamming with some cat named Randy playing two saxophones at the same time there too... I heard Durwood and Johnny Crews gigging a the Brown Derby out on Napier Field Rd... I remember Bruce White and Lee Hargrove at The Oasis Club... I also listened to and Jammed with Billie King & the Rhythm Kings at The Club Capri...
I listened to lots of bands at Porter's Fairyland such as Billy "The Kid" Gant & The Outlaws, Tommy Wyatt, Hugh Klein & Green Cheese, Bobby Conrad and the Chevells, Mitch Goodson, Lamar Alley and the Capers, and of course I played out there several times with The Puppets, and The Chimes...The best venue though, was the Dothan Recreation Center where I heard The Candymen, James Gang, Pods, Mar-Teks, Rockin Gibraltors, WestCoastPopArtExperimentalBand, and many others... This area was rich in talent and musical enthusiasm... Remember the Twilight Zone in Dixie ?
Frank Tanton