Hey y'all~

What I realized tonight is we have a great idea for a book.

The working title is THE DEEP SOUTH BEACH BARS OF '66.

I got so much stuff on The Vapors in Biloxi tonight you won't believe.

It'll be a book about all the 1966 beach bars with LIVE MUSIC from Biloxi around to Miami & Daytona & up to Jacksonville.

I finally found my HISTORICAL ATLAS OF ALABAMA.
I'm thinking about driving over to White Hall this weekend & exploring where the northern boundary of Lowndes County meets the Alabama River.

The State of Alabama maintains the battle site of HOLY GROUND.

I got this quote from a great article:
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qa4113/is_200410/ai_n9464310/pg_5?tag=untagged


THE AMERICANS LOST only one man, the unfortunate ensign James Luckett, one of the signers of the petition asking Claiborne not to attack the Holy Ground. The Red Stick losses were, according to the Americans, thirty-three, including one of Tecumseh's Shawnee prophets and twelve African Americans. This encounter is reportedly the only battle of the Creek War in which escaped or freed African American slaves fought with the Red Sticks against their American foes.







After over 5400 views, the song called THE DAY BEAR BRYANT DIED


has some interesting comments:
cherokeedoll1 (1 day ago)


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we can never replace you, Love you and miss you coach Bryant...

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teeftaller7 (1 week ago)

Im an auburn fan & this video is remarkable awesome.....

HateCoons (2 weeks ago)

The Bear is DEAD.

Tiderolls67 (3 weeks ago)

A great song...I'm teary eyed right now.

debbieseesu2 (3 months ago)

Thanks, Buddy!

Tiderolls67 (3 months ago)

This is unquestionably the best Coach Bryant tribute I've ever seen...

bammybound (5 months ago)

kinda made me teary-eyed

bamakid64 (6 months ago)

ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCAq3D-AAbU&feature=related

Hey y'all~

You will seldom hear the words leave my lips, "Well, he's a pretty good guy for a Yankee."

Well, I'm here to tell ya these cats in LOS BLANCOS
appear to be a great group & I ain't even gonna mention the Yankee.

I promised LOS BLANCOS http://www.casablancos.com/
I'd try to give 'em push.
They got a gig in Mobile tonight.

They gonna be jamming at BLUES TAVERN

image courtesy of
AUBURN'S MOJO SAINT http://www.myspace.com/alabamabluesband
ON STAGE @ BLUES TAVERN

down on 2818 Government (251-479-7621) so y'all help a po' boy out &
get the word around so we can try to give these cats a push.
Hey, yeah, & broadcast some robertoreg & let LOS BLANCOS
KNOW
they got touched by ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA. http://robertoreg.blogspot.com

I listen to their stuff all the time while I'm blogging.
Click on their myspace site http://www.myspace.com/losblancos
& you BE rockin' and rollin'!

PLEASE HELP ME GATHER THE GOOD BAMA VIBES FOR OUR BUDS~

LOS BLANCOS

playing tonight at BLUES TAVERN at Government Boulevard in MOBILE, ALABANANA!!!!

SHOUT BAMA~LAMA!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

best,
robertoreg http://robertoreg.blogspot.com

Greetings Skiptracers cast, crew and friends,

We are very excited to announce that we are an official selection for the Sidewalk Film Festival in Birmingham, AL and the Prince Edward Island Film Fest in Canada. Screening dates will be on the website as soon as the festivals assign us a date and time.

Our first screening will be at the Rome International film fest on Saturday Sept. 6th. at 11 pm at the heritage hall centre in Rome, Georgia. If you know anyone in the Rome, GA area please let them know to go see our movie. PLEASE take 5 minutes to visit
> and login as a fan of skiptracers and add it to your calendar. This goes a long way with creating a buzz about the film for the festival runners.

Thanks for all of your help and support with this project.

http://www.skiptracersmovie.com

Andy, Harris and DL

Roberto---
Frank Gaines is the "official" photographer of all things musical here in Dothan. He took all the photos you see of us guys going all the way back to the Orbison/Farm Center days. He and I have always been local history buffs, but he did something about it. This book of his will be great for anybody with roots in the Dothan area-----
Jimmy Dean

Subj: Re: Important message

I want to tell all of you that my long awaited project is almost complete. The release of my book is just around the corner.

Over 400 images in 145 pages, pre-print price is $25.00 plus 9% tax. I you would like to pre-order, please

send check to:

Gaines Photo Service

1924 Reeves St., Ste. 218

Dothan, AL 36303

Thanks for your interest.

Frank Gaines

334 794-2538

P~

Wanted to let you know that I didn't get any nasty emails today.

Ain't love grand!

Anywayzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

I could say a lot of stuff but all I really need to say is, "Hi!",
& let you know that receiving your phone call today was the peak experience of my Tuesday so far.

As you could tell, when I received your call, I was slap dab in the middle of cluster f*ck on Hickory Street over in Kaulton. Nobody knew at the time that a bad wire in the wall going to a plug in the hallway had shorted out both hallway lights, the kitchen light, the dining room light, the carport light and the utility room light.

There was also some other stuff going on.

I'm not griping. I love being the field marshall and making so much happen that when you walk into the office at 5:30, the boss doesn't have the gumption to ask, "Well, what'd ya get done today?"

Anywayzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

You remember about what I told you about the long distance phone call I had this morning.

It brought me down like ton of lead.

So, hearing your words of encouragement helped me get my second wind.

I told you this a long time ago, "If this thing continues, you're gonna see some fireworks!"

Yeah, I was right.

best,
r




Rain Check Van Morrison

>It’s not high finance, it’s called heart and soul
If it’s rock and roll, got to go, go, go, go, go
Gonna keep moving on up to the higher ground
Gonna keep on moving on up, I got to stand my ground
Gonna keep on moving on up, I wanna stick around
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
Won’t let the bastards grind me down

Call me raincheck in the afternoon
Call me raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
Call me raincheck, on a golden autumn day
Call me raincheck, I won’t fade away, I won’t fade away
I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away, unless I want to

Can’t take my love away, ah ’cause it’s here to stay
If it fades away, come back another day
Gonna keep on moving on up to the higher ground
Gonna keep on moving on up, I wanna stick around
Gonna keep on moving on up, oh gonna stand my ground
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
Won’t let the bastards grind me down

My name is raincheck in the afternoon
My name is raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
My name is raincheck, on a golden autumn day
My name is raincheck, and I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away
I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away, unless I want to

Move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up
Move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up
Move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up, move it up
Grind me down, grind me down, grind me down

My name is raincheck in the afternoon
My name is raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
My name is raincheck, on a golden autumn day
My name is raincheck, and I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away
I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away, unless I want to

Put on your dancing shoes, dance away your blues
When I’m feeling like this, I got nothing to lose
Wanna keep on moving on up to the higher ground
Wanna keep on moving on up and I’ll stick around
Wanna keep on moving on up, got to stand my ground
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
Oh, won’t let the bastards grind me down

My name is raincheck in the afternoon
My name is raincheck, need a shot of rhythm and blues
My name is raincheck, on a golden autumn day
My name is raincheck, and I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away
I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away, unless I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose

No, I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away, I don’t fade away
Unless I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
I choose, I choose, I choose
No, I won’t fade away, I won’t fade away, I don’t fade away
Unless I want to


Paula:

Wanted to let you know I took a little break this afternoon and drove over to J's
grave.

It looks a whole lot better now.
It's been sodded and watered a lot.
There's a potted plant and a vase filled with fresh flowers. No headstone yet.

It's shaded all day long by a beautiful live oak.

I just decided to germinate some of those acorns so we'll make a few more of those live oak trees ~
NO BETTER MEMORIAL FOR A DRUID FROM TUSKALOOSA!!!!

Let me know if you want some acorns.

best,
r

tuned up SUMMER OF '64 image of the Pranksters by John Earl http://photographybyearl.net

Hey Dothan Tigers~

Now right here we have a true blue artifact of
'67/'68 Dothan psychedelia!
(in fact, I stole a line from this poem for my term paper at Bama in Pat Green's Religion In America class. Buster won't appreciate it but the paper was called CAMPUS CRUSADE FOR CHRIST~ A Growing Dwarf
& I made an A!!!!)

Caustic Corn Flakes

by Bruce Wallace

Ah, vapid world, speak your phlegmatic mood;

Whipporwill, breathe your plaintive melody;

Deathwatch, tick to my timely fall.

I will endure your pricks ---

I will listen, for my name is not

Progress.

Son of a gun! It’s the water theologian, back again.

Aren’t you black and blue from our last encounter?

Oh, I see; you persist:

Love is dead?

Life is dead?

God is dead?

You are dead, solemn man.

Oh, the shotgun man, the shotgun man, as you

Consecrate enscription,

Deny affiliation,

Place your hand in other’s hand, in

Debonaire debenture.

You’re an air mechanic.

And your friend, the galvanic medusa,

With her lips of smoldering lettuce

And her measured strokes of cancer

And her anti-connubial medallions.

She cannot see my mecca.

Zounds! With lightning-like accuracy, here they come:

Fantastic Ferny and his Frugal Fuddie-Duddies!

Quite astounding! Quite absurd!

Nevertheless, the company breaks through to enforce

a surcharge on conventionality.

“Sound the retreat!” Benny Bugler is told,

As he trumpets a tune for all ages but old;

Wounds are exchanged, then they all go inside

To their littered apartments to cower with pride.

Drugs are the bane of pigs.

Hear you talkin’:

“Land O Goshen runs for another term,”

while Baseman lies, stunned, in your institute of

correction.

You say you are a growing dwarf.

Today is the birthday of soul.

Upon each rung of Zebedee’s ladder

You feel yourself ascend,

Dazzled by illumined gladiators of love,

Tempered with peachy sun speckles on

some close faraway glen,

Or splashing through wafts, waves, and waddling humanity.

Living all?

You hypocrites! Man tastes like a spoiled guava.

What mean you, forty-watt Philomel?

Hush, or I’ll unplug you.

Hear me, all you Quack Quakers, led by a

pyromanial Cupid, who tire and

constrict my soul ---

Leave me with my blues.

Like Mama always said,"Bob, a stuck pig hollers the LOUDEST!!!!"

...sorry bunch of bastards

______________________________________________________________________


Guess that goes to show, some things just never change.

>My poetry, puerile as some of it was, proved prophetic.

BTW, Wilbur's CD is awesome! I could hardly listen to anything else for 2 weeks after I got it. I'm still haunted by the spare beauty of "Johnny."

B

LEPRECHAUN IN MOBILE (Uncut Satellite Feed)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tf-cWPG_JeY

Nancy Buford~ The Only Girl From Cloverdale To Come To the DHS Class of '68 40th Reunion



My Only Photo At The Reunion & LOOK WHAT I'M TRYING TO PUSH!
& The SORRY Bastards Wouldn't Even Mention It Once!

Hi Wilbur,

this is Ed Segars, I use to be friends with Frank Allen,
Bruce White, Joe White his brother. And there was James Williams who
managed and booked a lot of you guys into the Old Dutch on Panama
City Beach. I never was a musician, just had a lot of friends that
were. Although Karoake is a hobby of mine now. I love doing classic
country, such as George Jones, Conway Twitty, etc.



I'm retired Army and residing in Wetumpka, Alabama. With my family
still living in Dothan I get back there often.



I would really like to hear from you, e-mail me if you have time.

Eddie "Ed" Segars

Muchas to Jeff Miami for the following story from the message board at http://limestonerecords.com

This is the story of THE BANGS, as told by keyboard player Lee Lobban (later of the Dead End Kids).


As best as I can remember, here it is. The Bangs were formed in 1963 and originally consisted of four members:
Cary Strickland - Lead guitar

George Boyer - Rhythm guitar/vocals

Jim Irwin - Bass/vocals

Terry Searles - Drums

Cary, Jim and Terry grew up in Marianna Florida and George was from Port St. Joe. The group played mostly college frat parties and I joined them in October 64 after hearing them at an FSU frat hop. I was the youngest member (18) but adding keyboards to the band got calls coming in from nightclubs and other venues. Our first extended club gig was at the Old Dutch Inn in Panama City in May 65.

The Old Dutch

(Old Dutch Inn, courtesy of Roberto Register)


Panama City was the Miami Beach of the north Florida gulf coast and this particular beach club was the most famous. They featured acts like the Swingin Medallions (Double Shot of my Babys Love), Bobby Goldsboro, the Webs, James Gang, Classics 4 and Candymen. We followed the James Gang into the club and after our first night there, their manager (Buddy Buie) wanted to sign us. We already had a commitment with another manager in Miami who had bookings for us beginning in July. Before leaving for Miami we had one more gig at a beach club in Fort Walton Beach. Now here's a good story - after playing the gig, we asked the bartender if there were any clubs still open where we could catch some of the local entertainment. He directed us down the street to the Holiday Inn where a good soul group was performing. That's where we met Wayne Cochran for the first time. We sat down and waited for his last set. There was no one else in the club yet he and his 10-piece band performed for us for 45 minutes non stop. After it was over, he sat down with us for a drink. We told him we were going to Miami and he asked if there were any show clubs down there that would accommodate his act. I told him about a place called the Peppermint Lounge. He told us if he could land a gig there, he might finally be able to fix his teeth. Well, I guess it all worked out cause when I ran into him again about a year later, he had a new set of teeth.

We hit Miami at the end of June 65 expecting to go right into the Par Tee. Owner Stew Kaufman didn't want to make a commitment to hire us until he heard us. Plus, the musicians union, which had clout in those days, imposed a 10 day moratorium on us before we could be allowed into any clubs. So in the meantime, we performed several gigs. One notable was at a dance club (can't remember name) in Hialeah where we were on the same bill as the Shaggs. We opened up with our best tunes and all I remember is that everyone was dumbfounded because they had never heard an act like ours, especially with so many unknown songs from North Florida. The Shaggs were also jaw-dropped and as Cleve told me years later, they were so nervous about going on after us that they got into a fight over which songs to play. Anyway, Stew hired us on an open-ended contract and we started at the Par Tee Lounge as the guest band next to the Blue Beatles. Word quickly spread and lines began wrapping around the building each night. Stew was a great one for advertising and WQAM was blasting our name on the air every half hour - billing us as a must-see super rock band from North Florida. He had a spending war going on with the owner of Trader Johns as there were equally as many commercials touting the Birdwatchers. It was such an exciting time to be in the music scene in South Florida. I remember one night Stew mentioned that there was a rumor flying that the Rolling Stones were in Miami and might show up at the club. I remember going on stage for our last set of the night and one of my band members whispered in my ear that three of the Stones and their manager were sitting along the back wall. I couldn't see anything due to the stage lights and never got to meet them because they left suddenly after a bar patron discovered them.

At the end of the summer, two of our players wanted to return to FSU to continue with their schooling. We had no choice but to give our notice and although Stew was disappointed, he got a commitment out of us to return for two more weeks at Christmas. In the meantime, we continued playing frat parties and got a chance to record a 45 with 2 songs called "Then I'll Cry" and "2120 South Michigan Avenue".

After our Christmas gig at the Par Tee, we never played again. Cary and Terry got drafted in January 66, which broke us up and I returned to Miami to join the Blue Beatles. One last gift we left Stew was the telephone number for Buddy Buie. He used it to make his connection with all the Alabama and Georgia groups that followed. You know the rest. As for the band, I lost contact with them and never heard from any of them again. I'd love nothing more than to reconnect.

AIN'T NO DOUBT ABOUT IT! YOU'RE CUTER THAN A SPECKLEDEE PUP UNDER A COLLARD LEAF!

best,
r