Saturday, November 08, 2008

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The Webs
top to bottom: John Rainey Adkins, Bobby Goldsboro, Amos Tindall, Dave Robinson

: The Roots of Dothan Rock 'N Roll
THANK YOU JIMMY DEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .


We have just reached 200 friends on John Rainey's MySpace page
with the addition of the band Borderline, which includes Jeff, who played in Beaverteeth. But, WE WANT MORE FRIENDS! So please ask my fellow Ninjas at Zero to request an add.
Muchas Gracias,

Hi, Robert,
Really enjoy your blogs! Lotsa memories of the Dothan music scene. Thanks to you, I've hooked up with some old friends like Frank Tanton and sadly learned about the passing of another great friend, Bill Akeridge.

I'm trying to find out what happened to another good friend of mine from DHS, whom I've seen mentioned on your site. His name is Bill Hanke. If you have any info about this guy, it would be greatly appreciated.

Best regards,
David Thornton

Friday, November 07, 2008


Why you gotta be so TOXIC RR?
You needs to get some kinds of Skull and Crossbones signature crest to post fore and aft of all your Pizin Pen Pontificatin'- a warning label- so the uninitiated don't stumble innocently into the evil processes of that bad hood you call a mind without being forewarned.
Shame, Shame, Shame.
Preyin' on the unsuspectin' sensitivities and sensibilities of those obviously more cultured tha yo bad self.
I hope this missal indeed serves to chastise you severely you Negative Neanderthal.

You so negative you needs to sign yo name like this: -R-R. (Is it true that RR really stands for Radical Redneck?)

On a more positive note, I have a message for all the Brethren from our SEC Sister Skool down in the wilds of Red Stick, Lousey-anna, or as the coonasses call it, Baton Rouge. GO TO HELL SWAMP RATS!!! ROLL TIDE ROLL!

From the Southland, Peace
Sonny Edwards

PS: If my Economic Recovery Rescue check arrives there by mistake, please forward it to me before Mr. Pake gets it, cause I'm not sure I'm up to rasslin' him for it. Call me.

My great uncle John R. Lewis from east Texas was with General Forrest the entire war and had at least 2 horses shot from under him. He grew up on a horse ranch in east Texas.
Always thanks for the Time Warp Express.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Hey y'all~

is a superb way to work.

Right here in front of me I have
the Sunday, Feb. 7, 1982 B'ham News article by Clark Stallworth concerning Forrest's escape from Selma.

Here are the words of a Confederate surgeon named Dr. Rob't Dandridge Jackson who was born in Perry County in 1830 and died in Dallas County in 1914.

Forrest with his escort and a number of men from various detachments
who rallied around him, escaped [Selma] over the Burnsville Road, not, however, without a collision with the enemy over the same road upon which Wilson's troops had advanced.

He was compelled to fight his way through, and it was here that his last personal encounter of the war took place, in which he slew a Federal calvaryman, who with rashness had endeavored to cut him down.

This was the 30th enemy that the personal prowess of Genl. Forrest has placed hors de combat in a hand to hand encounter since his first engagement at Sacremento in 1861. He closed his fighting career at Selma, having had 29 horses shot under him during the War.

I joined Genl. Forrest the day after the fight in Selma. He went to my house in Hamburg. After a short rest he went into the neighborhood of Marion Junction. I directed him to stop with my friend, Dr. Jones, while there who would give him good accomadations, which he did.


Please keep in mind as we approach the LSU game that this season is the 50th anniversary of COACH BRYANT'S FIRST SEASON @ BAMA
as head coach!!!!

The Tues., Dec. 3, 1957 issue of The B'ham News

Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I cant wait til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you cant hide


Repeat 1st verse

One more moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love

My name is J.
My father, Bill Coker, did quite a bit of research on the topic I saw on your Zero, Northwest Fl. paper on the website today. I was quite surprised to see it since it is a topic perhaps only those of us interested in American Indian history or Florida's history might be interested in reading about-quite fascinating.
I stumbled upon it by accident.
How did you get started on this journey anyway?
Am interested in knowing if you have time to email.



I loved your Daddy.

I only got to meet him once but we were around each other at the beach for an entire weekend one time and he paid the tab.

That wuz kewl!

We talked on the phone all the time and WE TALKED BIDNIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

I'm from Dothan and all my people are from around the Chipola, Chattahoochee, Flint, Choctawhatchee and Pea River Valleys so I came to this honest.

Let me hear from ya!

Robert Register


Isn't it funny how paths can cross at times? Had to go out on great web super highway to type in my name and pull up your article to meet you. I saw the nice tribute you wrote about dad on your site-thanks. Am not sure they make men like him anymore-haha- he was a super person.
I will let my sisters know about your site. They would like to read it as well.
That is a very special area of the country there. I always wanted to do research on the Poarch Band of Creek Indians, and might still later. American Indian history is something I really enjoy.
Am here in China for my second year. Teaching here at Xianning University has been so much fun. I can't really call it work. They close down everything from 11:30 am until 2:30 pm for naps. They also celebrate more holidays than you imagine.

Still have a small 5 acre farm/home in Holt, Fl. rented out while I am here.

Past culture shock living here last year so I am truly enjoying the relationships now with individuals and traveling when possible. Told my sisters I can cook anything imaginable in a wok now. Am the only person in China that says "you all' and speaks Mandarin with a southern accent-haha.
Thanks for reply-it is nice to meet you. Will read more of your articles. Take care,

Thanks for posting the story behind "The Ballad of Grover & Becky".
I'd heard a little bit of this over the years from you & Richard, but I didn't have all the pieces... I hope you don't mind, that I posted a copy of your story on MySpace...

Please check out the haunting sound of
"The Ballad of Grover & Becky"
at Frank Tanton's myspace site


Happy to say that Buddy Buie seems to be making great strides….
All the best RR.

The natives weren't as restless today so dis TARZAN MOVIE waddn't so DRAMATIC!
Thank you, Jesus!
Thank you, Lord!

I talked to Buddy Tuesday morning & he definitely had some spirit.



A NASTY Message From Miz Priz from Ole Mizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!




Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Hey y'all~

I watched in horror as tonight's events unfolded on my TV screen.

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Finally, I'd seen more than I could stand so I decided to go check my email.

[By the way, betcha the observation of the desecration of our ENTIRE AMERICAN HERITAGE
will become a source of

I opened the following email from Frank Tanton & the song he shared with me triggered the accidental spilling of a forty year old bucketload of memories sloshing back into my mind's eye.


Frank's email to me:

Here's a link to the latest tune from Project-X Studio (Frank's Garage)...
"The Ballad of Becky & Grover" was written by Dothan's own Robert Register and Richard Burke... It's my understanding that this song is based on "actual events" that occurred downtown in Dothan, Alabama, many years ago... (ask Robert)
I hope you like...

In October of 1968, Grover Moss murdered Becky Fellabella in her room at the HALF WAY HOUSE, an old two story boarding house on North St. Andrews in Dixie. Grover then took the little ole GIBSON'S DISCOUNT 9 shot 22 caliber owl head pistol he used on Becky & put it up to his own head.

I read about this murder-suicide in the Dothan Eagle as I drank my morning coffee in the Student Union Building at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. I knew both Grover & Becky so this tragic loss of life struck home with me.

In the summer of '68 I helped Grover cut the grass in both of the Dothan City Cemeteries. Becky would always show up each Friday afternoon to get some money from Grover so she could go down to the Green Front Store beside Barrentine's at Five Points to buy their weekend liquor.

Becky was a Yankee who waited tables at Oscar's & she shacked up with Grover in his little crib located behind the Coca Cola bottling plant across the street from the #1 Fire Station. She was the original WILD THANG & it always blew my mind to sit on the curb sipping on my cup of Uncle Ben's White Port & watch her flirt & rub her hands all over the old men who worked with me in the cemetery. I wouldn't let her touch me. I'd never been around such a shameless woman in my life and she scared the crap out of me.

In the summer of '69 I went back to the cemetery crew & I got the details of what happened to Grover & Becky. The man who cleaned up the murder scene told me the story & I wrote a poem about it. He heard everything that happened because he was staying in the room next to Becky's when Grover kicked her door in & killed her so he was able to tell me the story in graphic detail. A few hours before the crime Grover had refused to give Becky money to go to the liquor store. He told her that he had turned his life over to the Lord and there would be no more whiskey drinking under his roof. Becky immediately packed her things and moved into the Halfway House located a block north of Oscar's on North St. Andrews Street.

A couple of years later Richard Burke and I started writing songs using my poetry as lyrics so hearing THE BALLAD OF GROVER & BECKY tonight brought back many pleasant reminiscences of sitting around Richard & Debbie's place at THE PALMS making our own music.

Muchas mis amigos!


Went to see Leonardo in B'ham Sattiddee
Then Sunday afternoon
hung out wid dah buffalo in Crumptonia, the absolutely most Gothic plantation house I've ever seen in my life here in Alabama. I also found the largest lightning whelk shell you ever seen!
20 inches around and 14 inches long!

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& den went down to Gee's Bend.
That place is SO disgusting.
Those people ought to be ashamed of themselves.

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In the 1990's she co-founded with Brown University classmate Rory Kennedy
May Day Media, a non-profit production and distribution group that uses video as the center force in campaigns that fight racism, sexism, classism and homophobia.[2] The company produced a short video called Fire in Our House about needle exchange programs and their ability to prevent the spread of HIV infections.

In 2002 a documentary she co-directed and produced with Matt Arnett called
The Quilts of Gee's Bend was released. This film accompanies a museum exhibition and features the quiltmakers and quilts, historical photography and a musical soundtrack based on the gospel songs of Gee's Bend.[3]


Daughter of
Roger Vadim and Jane Fonda
  • Half sister of Troy Garity, Christian Vadim, Natalie Vadim
  • Granddaughter of Henry Fonda
  • Niece of Peter Fonda
  • Cousin of Bridget Fonda and Justin Fonda
  • Son named Malcolm (b. 2000)
  • Daughter named Viva (b. 2003)

  • Trivia

    External links

    Vanessa Vadim at the Internet Movie Database

    Sunday, November 02, 2008

    TRIBE !
    This is our second video for MOTORCYCLE MAN for EASYRIDERS Mag....
    I think it's alot better...I need ya'll feedback...PLEASE see what you think !
    Mick's gettin' good and spent alot of time on this one with The Slave Driver !
    Love & Respect !

    John D. Wyker aka SAILCAT
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    Bishop C.C.J. Carpenter: From Segregation to Integration" by S. Jonathan Bass, Volume XLV, Number 3 of The Alabama Review, July 1992, pp 184-215


    The Rev. Polk Van Zandt of St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Selma said Daniels has been given a "Black Letter Day," which sets aside a day each year to honor his memory.
    Van Zandt said others given "Black Letter Days" include nursing pioneer Florence Nightingale and author C.S. Lewis, but added that Saturday's commemoration was "more than just about him."
    "This is also about all the martyrs of Alabama," said Van Zandt, who alluded to honors bestowed Saturday on several others who were killed during the civil rights era.


    Fr. Frank Mathews
    by Admin
    by Don Palmer
    Frank has gone home. After several uncomplaining months with pancreatic cancer, he died at home on November 16, 2007, with hospice in attendance. His younger son, Virgil, was with him. Frank had told us that he looked forward to being with his wife, Lou, who had died 9 years ago. Interment is at the cemetery of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in Bon Secour.
    Frank’s first assignment after graduating from Virginia Theological Seminary was as a curate at the Church of the Advent in Birmingham, Alabama. Elaine, then a high school student, was a member of the Advent, and I was a medical student at UAB. Thus began a friendship that lasted over half a century.
    Frank was rector of St. Paul’s in Selma during those violent days of integration, and he welcomed seminarian Jonathan Daniels into his church, defying the wishes of some of the members of his congregation. Jonathan died a martyr in Selma when he took a racist’s hateful bullet intended for a black girl.
    We are all, each of us, unique individuals, but perhaps Frank was more unique than most. He was a great preacher. He had been honored by being awarded the prestigious prize for preaching in his senior year in seminary. Frank was a humorous and lovable, sincere gentleman. I have known no one who was as manifestly comfortable around the Almighty as Frank.
    Rest in peace, good friend.
    November 27, 2007