Friday, September 12, 2008


I walk in the rain & don't get wet.
I work in 90 degrees & don't break a sweat.
I'm teasing tan & sweet in the pants.
I got the sweetest thing in all the land.



I'm the wild & woolly sweater man!

Now you know you are my sugar wooger
& my heart desire
You the only one set my soul on fire!

The Selma cats are mentioned in the Tuesday, Nov. 16, 1965, issue of the Tuscaloosa News.
The article describes a Monday night game in Selma between the Selma Rams & the Tuscaloosa County Wildcats.

The Rams won 50-7!

"And to top it all, Selma punted only once in the game and sophomore Tommy Henry got off a 55-yarder on that kick to make it an almost perfect night for the home team."

"Senior halfback Wayne Vardaman ran six times for 151 yards to lead the Selma attack, getting touchdowns of 55 and 74 yards.

Sophomore fullback Charles Pauley carried nine times for 118 yards, including a 45-yard touchdown and a 35-yard jaunt to set up another.

Junior Scotty Looney ran five times for 16 yards and caught two passes for 75 yards and two Selma touchdowns also. End John Callaway got the other two Ram touchdowns, scoring one on a one-yard run with a fumble and the other on a 10-yard run with a blocked punt..

Junior Marvin Jones kicked the two Ram field goals, impressively booting for 35 and 36 yards in two attempts."

Rusty Palmer was the Selma quarterback who passed to Looney for 60 yards for a Selma TD and also passed to Looney for 15 yards for the final Selma TD.

Carpe Diem!!!!


Thursday, September 11, 2008

If The UNIVERSE is inhabited...
Then they are surely using The EARTH as an INSANE ASYLUM !
Love & Respect !
John D. Wyker aka SAILCAT
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'Our playlist features SOUTHERN MUSIC that you cannot hear anywhere else !


Al Green lyrics to I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU

Spending my day thinkin' 'bout you girl
Being here with you, being near with you
I can't explain myself
Why I feel like I do
Though it hurts me so to let you know that I
look in your eyes to let me know
How you feel
Let me know that love is really real
And it seems to me
that I'm wrapped up in your love

Don't you know that I'm
(Still in love, in love with you)
Sho' 'nuff in love with you, hey

And I look in your eyes
And all the years I see
Me lovin' you and you lovin' me
Well it seems to me
that I'm wrapped up in your love

Don't you know that I'm
(Still in love, in love with you)
Sho' 'nuff in love with you

Hey, ah-ha, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hey, ah-ha
Don't you know that I'm

(Still in love, in love with you)
Sho' 'nuff in love with you
Say I try it if you want me to
Ah-ha, ah-ha, aah, ah, ah, ah


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

My name is Mike. I lived in Tucker, Ga. for 18 years, and shared a special time in my life with my then next door neighbor, and probably my biggest musical influence "Joe South", and No Doubt the ARS.
I also enjoyed hearing the song on your space,"The Day Bear Bryant Died", and the "Georgia Pines" video on YouTube. I am currently looking for a new project to get involved with, and thought, if this is really you, you could point me in some direction. I play, and sing "Lead vocals" at an energy level of about 11!! LOL . I was previously involved in a cover project in Atlanta for the past 4 years or so, and really share a great love of music of a lot of the acts you have worked with. Take care of yourself, and stay in touch!!-



As soon as Buddy starts feeling better I'll forward your email to him.

He had open heart surgery at Emory on August 21 and he's still recovering.
[ed. note: ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA received this correction~ RR.....I had my work done at Piedmont . Emory is yesterday's news. BB]
He's at home but he feels terrible and doesn't even like talking on the phone much less getting on the Internet.

As soon as Buddy recovers, I'll make sure he sees your message.

Robert Register http://robertoreg. blogspot. com


I am sorry to hear he had to go through this ,but it sounds like things went well, and hopefully he will make a quick & Rockin recovery, because he has to! He might also be interested to hear that I caught up with Joe about 8 months back,(the last time I saw him, I was around age 11, now 39). He was doing fine, and he let me pay for his lunch, even though I'm not sure he remembered who in the hell I was..
He, as well, was in the hospital not long ago, and from what I heard was very sick, but is now supposedly getting better too.
I really appreciate you taking the time to forward this over to Buddy, and I hope everyone in the "House of Robert" is well too brother, and Stay in touch !!


Johnny Townsend

I had just turned 21 and had been in Los Angeles about 8 months with a
named Heart (not the one with the Canadian chicks in it) consisting of
members of the Rockin' Gibraltars from Montgomery and me. I got a call
night from this promotion man at Warner Brothers, who had taking a
liking to
us and he said for me to get ready he was coming by to pick me up. He
say where we were going, just to be ready. No one else was around at
time, so I got dressed and went out on a spontaneous adventure.
We were down the freeway when he decided to let me know where we were
headed. As it turns out, we were going to the Forum in Inglewood to see
final appearance of Cream
. Being a "wet behind the ears" kid from
Alabama in
those days, I was completely hypnotized the whole evening, standing
off stage by the monitor console watching the concert. After the show,
went backstage where I was introduced to Clapton, Jack Bruce, Ginger
and a host of others.
Shortly thereafter, I found myself cruising up Benedict Canyon in the
Hollywood Hills
headed for some other destination unknown to me.
The house we wound up at was then owned by some rock n roll groupie who
happened to be the VP of some steel company. He rented it out to rock
luminaries of the time when they were touring in the area. The current
resident was a left handed guitar phenom named Jimi. As we passed
the gate, my friend Russ pointed out a number of names written on the
large stone wall that lined the driveway. Apparently the owner of the
had many of his guests sign that wall. Among the signatures I could read
John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Jimi, Janis.... and on and on. When we
got to
the front door, we were met by Ginger Baker riding a Harley through the
living room, and it got better from there. There were instruments being
up in the vacuous living room while lots of folks were gathered around
pool on the patio. I found myself some liquid refreshment and victuals
wandered around the house on my personal grand tour. I hung out in the
billiard room shooting 8 ball with a skinny English guy who I could
barely understand. It wasn't until much later, I learned his name was
Beck. We drifted back upstairs when we heard music playing and got
just in time to see Buddy Miles and Eric plugging in and warming up.
wandered over and picked up a black strat and it all started to come
together in my mind just who this cat was. I had told him while we were
shooting pool that I did a little singing, so he encouraged me to
grab a
microphone. Over the course of the next hour, I was priviledged to sit
and sing with 3 of the all time great rock n roll guitar players
, Eric
Jeff Beck
and of course this left handed black kid named Jimi
wandered out of his bedroom to show them a few licks they missed. I got
so good, no one could talk to me for a week.
I got some great
from everybody. I sang Higher and Higher with Buddy Miles, and got to
Stormy Monday, Crossroads and Rollin' and Tumblin all by my self with my
"back up band". Over the course of the evening, Eric and I sat and
mostly about music and being away from home. I remember him asking
Muscle Shoals and his intention of doing some recording there. As
wound down about daybreak, I couldn't find my friend that I came with
so I
called a cab and went back to the place where my band was staying and
the sleep of the innocent all day and most of that night. I never saw
any of
those guys again but that night always comes fresh in my memory every
one of their names comes up. I realize it's not altogether an Eric
story, but it's the one I have to tell. Getting to play with those guys
to be THE highlight of my young musical career
Mo Later,
Johnny Townsend
Just wanted to make one correction to my previous story about Clapton
et al
I did see Jimi Hendrix again after that night. Apparently, the
of my performance that night at the party plus my friend, the promotion
at Warner Bros., got us hooked up with some tour dates with Jimi a few
months after. We did a half dozen dates with Jimi, Mitch and Noel in
California. That experience had to rate right up there with the night
"The Party".
Mo Later,
Johnny Townsend

Friday, May 20, 2005


Looks like a firestorm is a brewing. By the way, who is RP? He may know a different Johnny Townsend than I do, but has he worked with him, been in business with him? Me thinks not. Anyhow, Townsend isn’t worth this much verbiage. I simply wanted to get the facts straight about a very memorable night Keith and I spent at the party for Cream. And unless Rusty, Keith’s and my memories are ALL faulty, JT was not there. End of story!

Bobby Dupree

Subject: Re: Remember One THANG : Don't Ever Let The Words "Robert Register" Pass Through Your Lips!!!
Date: Fri, 20 May 2005 18:18:30 -0500

This is laughable, just like the lies he wrote about an event that he didn't even attend. As far as leaving him in a lurch, he did everything he could to split up our band, and cause annimosity at a time when we were all struggling just to put food on the table. I think that Keith, Rusty and I have pretty good memories about those times, and we all three agree that what he wrote is pure lies, written to make himself out as some super star that he never was. And that Mama's boys line is the one he used on Rusty right after the butcher knife incident I told you about. The fact is, no one could stand Townsend. Thanks for printing the truth Robert.
Bobby Dupree

I just read to Keith Brewer the STORY Johnny Townsend wrote about the night of the Cream farewell concert. He said if Townsend ever comes back to Alabama we're gonna kick his ass. Keith, as well as both Rusty and I, are absolutely amazed at how Townsend can take a moment from our lives, and make it appear to be his experience. One thing Townsend didn't "REMEMBER" is that George Harrison was there. Other corrections to his "REMEMBERANCE" are 1: Ginger Baker wasn't riding a Harley inside the house, 2: there was no jam session, 3: Eric Clapton wasn't there, 4: We only played one gig with Jimi Hendrix and that was at the Bakersfield Civic Center. Keith and I are going to sit down and write the total EXPERIENCE between Heart and Jimi Hendrix. This will set the record straight!
Bobby Dupree

The Jimi Hendrix EXPERIENCE!

You can read the story of the metamorphosis of The Rockin’ Gibraltars into Heart, the band, in the Greg Haynes book “The Hey Baby Days of Beach Music”. We, the Rockin’ Gibraltars (Sonny Grier, Rusty Crumpton, Ed Sanford, Keith Brewer, and Bobby Dupree) had landed a recording contract with Warner/Reprise Record Company. Sonny was married and his wife was expecting a baby, so he decided not to go to LA, which is what prompted us to get Johnny Townsend in the band. After writing a few songs, recording them at Fame Studios in Muscle Shoals, adding Johnny Townsend, and changing our name to Heart we moved to 12221 Ventura Boulevard, Studio City California. After arriving in LA, our manager Bob Hinkle took us to Warner Brothers to meet Mo Osten, Executive Vice President of Warner/Reprise Records, and the staff members who would be involved with our recordings and promotions. Warner’s and Mo Osten had assigned Russ Shaw as our promotion agent and we met Russ that first day. Russ was obviously a talented promotion man, because Warner’s had also assigned to him Jimi Hendrix. Of course by that time in June of 1968 Jimi was a huge star, and had already released his first two albums Are You Experienced? and Axis: Bold As Love. That summer of 1968, Russ called us and told us to get dressed, that we were going up to meet Jimi Hendrix. Russ was gearing us up to be the opening act for Jimi’s new tour. We drove up to a palatial home in Benedict Canyon above Hollywood, and after getting cleared at the gate, went inside. We stood there in the living room looking around and on the wall was a group promo picture signed by the Beatles. It was the very recognizable picture with them in the gray collarless jackets, Paul with a cigarette in his hand. We found out that the house belonged to the guy that owned Cadillac Steel, and that he leased the house to many of the stars when they were in town. Pretty soon Jimi came out, dressed in a red bathrobe and looking pretty sleepy. Jimi was a very calm, laid back guy, very normal considering his stardom. I felt really calm around him, although the earlier anticipation of meeting him had initially made me a little nervous. After all of the introductions and shaking hands, he asked “Where you guys from?” Then, very quickly, he said “No, let me guess. Just talk a little.” So we chatted a bit and he said “You’re from Alabama.” Well, we couldn’t believe he knew, and all anxiously answered, “Yeah, how’d you know?” He said, “Just keep on talking.” So we chatted some more and he said, “You’re from Montgomery, right?” Well that was almost spooky, and someone said “How did you know that?” He started telling us that he’d been stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia when he was in the Army and used to come up to Montgomery and jam with B.B. King at the Lakos and Elks Clubs, two very popular black clubs in Montgomery. He went on to say that South Alabamians had a completely different accent than North Alabamians. We didn’t even know that! So we sat there talking and he reached over and grabbed an acoustic guitar. He said “I bet you’ve never seen this.” He turned the guitar over and showed us where he’d broken the guitar body right behind the neck, so that when he put the guitar in his lap, like playing a dobro, he could push down on the top of the body and the whole neck would de-tune. He asked if anyone had a lighter, and I had this old Zippo, so I gave it to him. He started playing some slide blues that had the most incredible sound, nothing like I’d ever heard. There was the slide sound, but then he would push down the body and the whole thing would de-tune, producing a very dark, bluesy sound that is beyond description.
Rusty remembers, “Also, I think a few days before, I heard a few songs on the radio from his new album, Electric Ladyland. I think he was there for his west coast tour to promote the new album. The only conversation I took part in & remember was about All Along the Watchtower (a B. Dylan song). I told him it was a masterpiece, so many different guitar styles in one song...he said, “Thanks man, it wasn't easy.” It is still one of my most favorite guitar songs of all time.”
We just hung around for a while, and met some of his roadies. They were all English cats, and they were consuming mass quantities of tallboys, cans of beer. We had a beer and then left.
On the 18th and 19th of October, 1968, Cream played at the Forum in LA in what was billed as the Wheels of Fire Tour, but also was known as their Farewell Tour. Keith and I were sitting at the house in Studio City and Russ Shaw showed up at the door. He asked where the other guys were, and we told him that Rusty and Ed had dates, and Townsend was shacked up in his room with his girlfriend Lisa. He said to get dressed quick; we were going to a party. We hurried up and jumped in his car and took off toward the canyons. We arrived at Jimi’s house, and after being cleared at the gate we went in. Jimi was throwing a party for Cream’s Farewell Concert, and we were lucky to have been invited. We went in and there were lots of folks, some eating the finger food, some with drinks. As I stood there I saw Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce. Jack was playing this M or L model Hammond organ, and Ginger was nervously knocking things off the tables. Keith remembers, “Ginger still had a couple of teeth in his head and he looked a little unstable, but I think that was his normal appearance.” Keith and I just mingled as much as we could, but didn’t really fit in that crowd. There was a room off the living room downstairs that had a pool table, so we wandered down there. Keith started playing pool with this skinny guy and I sat down on the fireplace hearth, my elbows on my knees. I was looking down and saw two legs walk up, wearing high top black Converse All-stars and tuxedo pants. I looked up and it was George Harrison. I just about went into shock! As he walked by, I got up and watched him go outside and climb up on a large rock waterfall that connected to the swimming pool. He sat up there and just gazed at the stars.
After a couple of hours Russ brought us back to the house. Keith remembers, “Right before we left the party, some guy came downstairs where me and this guy were playing pool and said, ‘Hey Jeff, let’s go. We’re all going somewhere to jam.’ It was only then that I realized I’d been shooting pool with Jeff Beck.”
A day or so after this night, we were rehearsing a new song, and Townsend, in his condescending manner, started harassing Rusty about the part he was playing. Rusty said,”I’m gonna go up stairs and work on this for a while.” Townsend said, “You’re such a mama’s boy, why don’t you just go back home and work on it.” Now, Rusty Crumpton is probably the most easy going, emotionally steady, laid back guys I’ve ever known. In all the years I’d known Rusty, traveling on the roads in the South and playing all those gigs, and even enduring some pretty harrowing situations rumbling with the local rednecks, I had never known Rusty to loose it. But that night he did! Rusty wasn’t a very big guy when the band started, and after being out in LA where we were practically starving to death, Rusty was even smaller. When Townsend made that “Mama’s boy” crack, Rusty totally lost it. He went in the kitchen, which was close to our practice room and got a steak knife, and came back into where we were practicing, and lunged at Townsend. Lucky for Townsend that Kim Payne, our road manager, was close by and grabbed Rusty before he inserted that knife in a vital part of Johnny’s body. Kim said, “Rooster you can’t kill him,” and Rusty, struggling, said, “I’m not gonna kill him, I’m just gonna cut him a little.” Man what a scene! The ironic thing is that Townsend had said that sort of passive/aggressive thing to everyone in the band, condescending snipes and insults that were sort of jabs below the belt, and we all had probably thought of doing the same thing to him that Rusty had just been stopped from doing. Shortly after this night Rusty went back home to Alabama. Rusty had been accepted to attend college at the University of Alabama and he figured that since we were starving, not playing much-at least not enough to validate staying out there, weren’t recording as much as signed artists of Warner Brothers should be, and playing music that was so far from what our roots in music had led us to be playing, he’d just go on back to Alabama. As Keith tells it, “We had a great band, when Sonny played in it, and we played nothing but R&B and Soul music. Now, Townsend was writing all that crap he thought was gospel music, like ‘The Train’ and ‘Someone Somewhere’ (two of Johnny’s originals that were what I call milk toast music). We’d lost our basic sound and the heart of our music was gone.”
Johnny had been planning to replace Rusty for some time as evidenced by a phone conversation overheard by Keith and Rusty where Johnny was talking Tippy Armstrong into coming out and playing with us, and after Rusty left, Tippy did come out to be our guitar player. Russ Shaw booked us to open up for Jimi at the Bakersfield Civic Center. We played our set and got off stage so Jimi could come on and do his show. I went up to the dressing room to change, and then went back down and stood at the side of the stage. Jimi played a couple of songs, and then started his rendition of “The Stars Spangled Banner”. Not many people know this, but Jimi was very patriotic, he even supported the war in Viet Nam. He was also Airborne certified.
But back to the story.
The manager of the Bakersfield Civic Center was an old WWII veteran, and of course he was very patriotic too. When he heard Jimi playing “The Stars Spangled Banner” the way only Jimi could play it, the guy got so pissed off, that he went back behind the stage and cut off the power. All that was heard was Mitch Mitchell’s drums ringing through the auditorium. Well, Jimi went back behind the curtains and said, “Who turned off the power?” The WWII vet said “I did.” Jimi went over to him and slugged this guy in the face, knocking him off the stage. Of course, all HELL broke loose, and cops and Warner Brothers executives were everywhere. The cops were going to arrest Jimi but after some negotiations, and a $5000.00 check Russ Shaw made out to the guy, the concert was stopped, and Jimi got in his stretch limo with his two white girlfriends and went back to LA.
This is the true EXPERIENCE we had with Jimi Hendrix. We never saw him or played with him again.
Bobby Dupree with Rusty Crumpton and Keith Brewer

& got 2,930,000 hits.

Here's the first one:

College is a Waste of Time and Money
Caroline Bird

A great majority of our nine million college
students are not in school because they want to
be or because they want to learn. They are there
because it has become the thing to do or because
college is a pleasant place to be; because it’s the
only way they can get parents or taxpayers to
support them without getting a job they don’t
like; because Mother wanted them to go, or
some other reason entirely irrelevant to the
course of studies for which college is supposedly

As I crisscross the United States lecturing
on college campuses, I am dismayed to find
that professors and administrators, when pressed
for a candid opinion, estimate that no more than
25 percent of their students are turned on by
classwork. For the rest, college is at best a social
center or aging vat, and at worst a young
folks’ home or even a prison that keeps them out
of the mainstream economic life for a few more


Bar none, this is probably the best hurricane information website I have ever seen. Bookmark this page. You will need to keep it for quick reference about any storm out there.

Hey Roberto,
I had a Wilbur moment today and did a remix of his cut from 1973 called "Eternity". It is on our my space page. I have marked that song as available for download and will keep it for download for the next week. Normally I don't allow downloading for unreleased songs. I am not going to announce that is available for free download to the world, however anyone who is a Roberto Reg regular (almost had an alliteration there) is welcome to download the cut. There are some great lyrics in the song and it is classic Wilbur. Not sure who all is playing, I believe that Wilbur told me that Johnny Mulkey is playing acoustic guitar.. could be Jimmy Dean playing bass.. anyway it can be found at


In my humble opinion,
liked to paint

I'm putting
in the Lord's hands.

This is another link in
I can never forget God's broader plan for my life.


I'm already thinking about different stuff to do this weekend.

When in doubt:

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I got your picture hangin' on the wall
It can't see or come to me when I call your name
I realize it's just a picture in a frame

I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me
And they don't groove me like when I hear
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I play the game, a fantasy
I pretend I'm not in reality
I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me

No other sound is quite the same as your name
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
So let's stay together

I got some memories to look back on
And though they help me when you phone
I'm well aware nothing can take the place of being there

So let me get the real thing
So let me get the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing


Tuesday, September 09, 2008

W. B. Crumpton's description of Chicago's Camp Douglas where my G-G-Great Uncle William Duncan Register from Geneva, Alabama, died on July 13, 1862

I shall say now and then that things "happened,"
but I do not believe that things happen.
I think they are all a part of the chain of God's great plan.

It so happened that I put up at the Madison House in passing through Chicago, and so I naturally went back to the same place in returning to the city, and this happened to be the headquarters of Col. Mulligan, the Commandant of Camp Douglas. Arriving there in the middle of the afternoon, I got aboard a street car and went out to the Camp. Looking through the open gate, I saw for the first time Confederate soldiers. They were all dressed in butternut jeans. In the beginning, the Confederates did not wear the grey, because they did not have it. The cloth made all over the country by the mothers and sisters was jeans, the color of butternut.

Returning to the hotel, after supper I wrote the very best note I could to Col. Mulligan and sent it up to his rooms. Expecting every moment to

be called up into his office, it seemed that minutes were hours. I am sure, if my fears had been realized, it would have taken only about two questions to have tangled me. What would have happened then, I have no idea, but I guess I would have been arrested and probably thrown into prison as a Southern sympathizer. But to my great delight, the servant returned with a silver waiter and on it was a nice little card, saying:


As soon as I could get my breakfast the next morning I was on my way to the Camp. On entering the open gate, I saw the barracks of an Alabama regiment. The Barracks, were long, low buildings. The Camp was laid off like a city, with streets and alleys. I entered the building at once and in a moment was surrounded by a large number of men. I said: "You are Alabamians, and so am I. I have been to California. I am on my way back. I
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expect to start tomorrow morning from this City, to go through the lines and join the Confederate army." I rattled off the words very rapidly, never realizing for a moment the danger I might be in. When I reached the end of the sentence, I looked into their faces, and they looked like boards, not a feature indicated any sympathy for what I said. It was paralyzing; but fortunately a Mississippian happened to be in the crowd. Why he was there I never did know, but when I had finished my speech, he said: "Did you say your name was Crumpton?" I said "yes." "And do your father and sisters live in Mississippi?" I said "yes." "And did you visit them before you went to California?" I replied "yes, two years ago." "Well," he said, "I belong to a Company right from their neighborhood. I did not see you, but I heard the people speaking about your visit. Come with me and I will introduce you to the boys who can tell you about your people." He took me to his barracks, several hundred yards from where I was, carried me into a back, dark corner,

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and said in a low tone: "You are in great danger. You must keep your mouth shut. I am not surprised at your being carried away at meeting those Alabamians, but there is a rumor out among us that they have agreed to go West and fight the Indians and relieve the Regulars there, who will be sent to the front and we all believe it."

[In all my travels in Alabama, I have never told the name of that regiment, lest I should find his surmise correct.]

"I know you must have observed the indifference that they manifested when you were talking. It is more than probable that some of them will betray you today before you get out. You stay with us and late this evening, I will see if I can't get you out through another gate. It is hardly probable that they would know where my quarters are, as I am a perfect stranger to them. It was only an accident that I was present when you came in."

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and it has served me all my days. You may be sure I did not need a second invitation to remain with them. Numbers of the boys talked with me, and we had a pleasant day. Late in the afternoon, my friend conducted me in sight of another gate. I divided my money with him and left.

Going back to the hotel, I satisfied myself about the way the Illinois Central R. R. ran out from the city, because that was the route I expected to take. It didn't make any difference then with me about lower or upper berths. The next morning, Sunday, the 9th of March, with my shawl wrapped up in a handstrap, and my overcoat and rubbers on,



Sitting by the roadside on a pleasant day
Chatting with my mess-mates, whiling time away
Chatting with my mess-mates wholly at my ease
Good gracious! how delicious; eating Goober peas.

When a horseman passes, the Soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest: "Mister, here's your mule,"
But another pleasure enchantinger than these
Is wearing out your jaw-teeth eating Goober peas.

Just before a battle the General has a row,
He says: "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He looks around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Gorga-i Milish-i eating Goober peas.

Now my story's ended, it's lasted long enough
The story's interesting, but the rhymes are rather rough.
When this war is over and we are free from grays and fleas
We'll kiss our wives and sweethearts and grabble Goober peas.


Hello Robert,
Don’t send me anymore emails please.

I don’t agree with your outlook on some people who have
been a great help and cultural influence in my life …
If it were not for Black People and Jews I would not
have been able to play my music. Are things like music that bad Robert?



I have known you for as far back as I can remember and I respect you and the relationship you have had with my family but I must ask you to please take me off your email list as I am a tree-hugging, peace loving, all of God's creatures loving-person...aka one of those you consider a vulnerable shithead...


(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)

Life is so strange when its changin, yes indeed
Well Ive seen the hard times and the pressures been on me
But I keep on workin like the workin man do
And Ive got my act together, gonna walk all over you

Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets

Sweet talkin people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But Im leavin this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry cause I do not sing the blues

Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put em back... where they belong

Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well Ive been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, Im feelin better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way

Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around, cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh put em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets

Monday, September 08, 2008

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Look over yonder
What do you see?
The sun is a'rising
Most definitely
A new day is coming
People are changing
Ain't it beautiful
Crystal blue persuasion
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Love, love is the answer
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So don't you give up now
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Open your mind
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When he looks down
On every green field
And every town
All of his children
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Once again, it's hurricane season in the Sunshine State, and this episode of Florida Rocks Again! is all about the tropical storms that heap abuse upon Floridians every year around this time. So here's a collection of garage, rock 'n' roll, deep soul, and country rock nuggets all about the stormy weather that is an unfortunate fact of life in Florida.

Batten down the hatches, and turn it up so you can hear it over the howling wind.

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ST. LOUIS JIMMY: Florida Hurricane
THE OUTSIDERS: She's Coming On Stronger
THE SAXONS: Things Been Bad
THE HATE BOMBS: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
THE LEGENDS: Raining in My Heart
THE LEAVES OF GRASS: City in the Rain

THE PROLIFICS: Keep on Raining Rain
BENNY LATIMORE: Rain from the Sky
THE G.A.S.: Feel So Bad
STEVE ALAIMO: Cast Your Fate to the Wind
DANIEL E. SKIDMORE: Listen to the Wind
THE MIGHTY DOG CATCHERS: It's Gonna Be A Mess, Pt. 2

THE TROPICS: You Better Move
WE THE PEOPLE: There's Gonna Be a Storm
CAPTAIN BEYOND: Raging River of Fear
COWBOY: A Message in the Wind
HANK WILLIAMS JR.: Tuesday's Gone
FRED NEIL: A Little Bit of Rain

Written and Produced by JM Dobies

Co-Produced by Jeff Lemlich

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Group dangles $50K for Jews who move to Ala. town

By JAY REEVES, Associated Press Writer Mon Sep 8, 5:08 PM ET

DOTHAN, Ala. - Larry Blumberg is looking for a few good Jews to move to his corner of the
Blumberg is chairman of an organization offering Jewish families as much as $50,000 to relocate to Dothan, an overwhelmingly Christian town of 58,000 that calls itself the Peanut Capital of the World. Get involved at Temple Emanu-El and stay at least five years, the group's leaders say, and the money doesn't have to be repaid.
More Jews are living in the South than ever — about 386,000 at last count in 2001, according to Stuart Rockoff, a historian at the Goldring/Woldenberg Institute of Southern Jewish Life in Jackson, Miss. But young Jews are leaving small places like Dothan in favor of cities like Atlanta and Birmingham, Rockoff said, and dozens of small-town synagogues have closed.

"A lot of the older people have died, and not many of the younger ones have stayed," said Thelma Nomberg, a member of the Dothan temple who grew up in nearby Ozark, where she was the only Jewish student in public school in the 1940s. "We are dying."

Being outside the Christian majority was never a problem, Nomberg said, even six decades ago: She won the Miss Ozark beauty pageant at 14 and sometimes attended church with friends after sleep-overs.

Now a widow, Nomberg has watched two of her four adult children leave for Florida as Temple Emanu-El lost nearly half its membership, down to about 50 families. She can only hope the recruitment plan hatched by Blumberg Family Jewish Community Services of Dothan works for her synagogue.

Launched in June, the Blumberg program has put advertisements in Jewish newspapers in Boston, Miami, Providence, R.I., and Washington, and it plans to expand the campaign.

"I think it's important that we try to find young people that we could use in our religious school, our Sunday school and help in the way of trying to create more of a family-type atmosphere in our temple," Blumberg said.

Groups offered financial aid for Jews to return to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005, and Jewish organizations around the country offer moving assistance for relocating families. A congregation has loans and other benefits for Jewish families moving into an area near Boston.

"Our program is distinctive because it's Dothan, but it's also distinctive because of the type of financial assistance," said Rob Goldsmith, executive director of Blumberg Family Jewish Community Services, which will screen applicants and administer the grant program.

Trying to lure Jewish families to a quiet Southern town in a state with a reputation for hard-right politics and racial intolerance might be difficult. About 20 Jewish families have sought information about Dothan, though none has made the move.

Rockoff credits Blumberg and the rest of the congregation with fighting to remain in Dothan, where the synagogue has a full-time rabbi and the temple, which is aligned with the reform movement, hasn't missed having a Friday night service in decades.

"It is a small community, but they have some deep pockets to be able to do this," said Rockoff. "As a historian it is fascinating to see them trying to buck this trend."

Dothan lies at the heart of the South's peanut region, in Alabama's southeastern corner just minutes from Florida and Georgia. It's dotted with big fiberglass peanuts painted to resemble characters and people — there's even an Elvis peanut.

Little things are big here: The city boasts what it calls the world's smallest city block, a triangular traffic island near the civic center.

But Blumberg's group is selling prospective Jewish residents on Dothan's quality of life — its low cost of living, the heritage of its synagogue and its proximity to Florida beaches, about 80 miles away.

The city is the site of the down-home National Peanut Festival each fall, and it has a full schedule of community cultural events. It has two hospitals, a branch of Troy University and is just a short drive from Fort Rucker, the Army's main helicopter training base.

Downtown is filled with quaint red-brick buildings and colorful murals, and traffic never gets too bad on Ross Clark Circle, the perimeter road.

"We have Friday afternoon rush minute, and that's about it," said manufacturing executive Ed Marblestone, 69, who grew up Jewish in Texas but married a Dothan girl and has lived in the town since 1961.

Valerie Barnes grew up in Panama and moved several times before settling 20 years ago in Dothan and becoming active at the synagogue. She's never experienced any anti-Semitism and can't imagine living anywhere else.

"The biggest thing Dothan has to offer is that it's just a very family-oriented community," said Barnes, who directs a hospital foundation. "Our congregation is very vibrant, and we have a lot of things that we get involved in."

Rabbi Lynne Goldsmith didn't know quite what to expect when she moved to Dothan a year ago to lead the congregation at Temple Emanu-El, which was founded in 1929. She came with her husband, who directs the Jewish community services group.

A Connecticut native, the rabbi halfway expected the Alabama of old with wide-open racism and dirt roads.

"The Northeast has a really warped perception of what the South is all about, and I found out it was all wrong," she said. "The South is a wonderful place to be. The people are warm and friendly. There's very little traffic. And best of all, there's no snow."


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(This version corrects the executive's name to Marblestone instead of Marbletree and the name of the group offering the incentive.)