Saturday, December 20, 2008

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Mobile's most important contribution to Mardi Gras was from the Cowbellian deRakin Society, named after the rakes and cowbells they used as noisemakers. This society paraded on New Year's Eve starting in 1830 and grew so large one year they were written about in The Times-Picayune, the major paper for New Orleans. The group added floats and a theme to the parade in 1840. The Mistick Krewe of Comus was founded by some members of the Cowbellian deRakin Society and the society lent Comus floats and costumes to use. Mobile now has a Mardi Gras similar to New Orleans', complete with beads and balls.

The Docks In Mobile

Anybody got an envelope addressed "Alabama Insane Asylum" ?



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You know a year ago there wasn't anything on this forum about the holidays.

I love all those recent posts about the snow because if most Yankees understood how nice it is down here,
we'd be covered up with them.(We're getting ready right now to move a few of 'em through here for they Great Northern Migration from Florida's Great Depression. That morbid Caylie Anthony story is the tip of the perverted Yankee iceberg down there in Mickey Mouse Land.)

Well, you know there was another earlier Great Northern Migration in the early part of the last century.

It started around the time of WWI. Racial discrimination was always enforced in the North before WWI. The war changed that. The country needed labor and the M & O, the L & N and the Atlantic Coast Line provided the transportation North.

Well, everything rocked on pretty good for about 40 years and those migrants who went up North got to be real proud of themselves and sort of turned their back on their "backward" Southern kinfolks.

The false promise of an end to racial discrimination which the WWI vets had been given was finally fulfilled in '48 when Truman integrated all the bases.

All of a sudden a cat who'd served in WWII & Korea could take his family to town, buy a whole load of stuff and still not be able to go into the Sears & Roebuck Store's lunch counter and get his kids a Coke.

In some Alabama counties, our veteran of two foreign wars couldn't even register to vote.

Not cool.
His Daddy who served in WWI didn't think it was cool either.

All of this came to a head in '56 with the Montgomery Bus Boycott & the Autherine Lucy Riots at The University.

All of a sudden the Yankee children of our Northern migrants returned South as reporters of the civil rights struggle news for powerful ethnic urban newspapers.

The intelligence and dignity of the Civil Rights Workers impressed their long lost Northern cousins and a movement was born.

As it caught fire, the Catholic Church got mad as a wet hen and Bishop Toolen couldn't do anything about it so he kept his mouth shut. It was a good move on his part.

Well, well, well...
Nobody learned their lessons and next thing you know Seymour Trammel from Eufaula orders an attack on Civil Rights Marchers on Broad Street in Selma.

Tick, tick, tick...
Time marches on and some joker who can't even get a newspaper story written about him in Denver becomes the darling of all the people who brought the hell to Selma in the first place.

Go figure.

Al Kooper
To Me:

we'll take it wherever it comes...............Bob Lefsetz
is a top blogger for people who read that sort of thing within the music industry

"In the cool of the evening when everything is gettin' kind of groovy"

I didn't think the Classics IV were cool until I discovered The Atlanta Rhythm Section had morphed from this prior group. I always thought they were some studio concoction from L.A., not a real band, whose hits were written by committee by the usual suspects. But it turns out that J.R. Cobb and Buddy Buie, ARS's guitarist and producer respectively, added lyrics to a regional instrumental track to come up with the Classics IV's original hit, "Spooky".

Not quite like anything else on the radio.

And I knew everything on the radio. Underground FM had finally taken hold, but automobiles were still definitely AM, our transistors didn't have the FM band. And, we hadn't given up on the hits yet, we'd become addicted when the Beatles took hold and didn't give up until they broke up.

The kids in the back seat can listen to their music while their parents indulge in their favorites in the front seat. If the kids are not watching a DVD, listening to the soundtrack via their headphones. Families are Balkanized in the twenty first century, but in the sixties we were all in it together, in the station wagon.

We knew that he got to control the radio dial. Listening to either CBS's "Monitor" or Beautiful Music stations. Every once in a while, he'd be singing along to a rendition of one of our favorites, like Stevie Wonder's "For Once In My Life", but when we pointed this out he wasn't amused, he just ignored us and continued to sing along. But when it was a long trip, like the three and a half hour journey to Vermont, somewhere during the ride our dad would indulge us. Usually with WDRC in Hartford. Sometimes we'd listen until the station faded out, but usually, Dad would freak out, utter an expletive and switch the station while the signal was still strong. He'd had enough. And unlike today's children, we didn't argue, we didn't talk back, not unless we wanted him to reach over the seat and smack us. I'm not sure what frightened us more, getting hit or worrying that he'd run the car off the road while his eyes were averted. Ultimately there would be crying and the radio would be turned completely off. Then normalcy would return.
>Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride", "Love Is Blue" and "Spooky".

"Spooky" wasn't the Classics IV's only hit. It was followed by the similarly titled, yet just a tad different "Stormy" and ultimately "Traces", which was just too MOR for us. Oh, we know every lyric of this song, but it was records like this that made us pledge allegiance to FM.

But not as good as "Spooky".

I've never seen it this windy at Vail. Felice and Chris only made one run. But I cut my teeth in
Vermont, bad weather doesn't faze me. I kind of enjoy it, makes me feel alive. But completely frozen sometime after two, I skied to the bottom. And when I was taking off my skis, I heard "Spooky".

They're tuned to Sirius XM's "Sixties On Six" at the bottom of the hill. We've been hearing one classic after another at the beginning and end of each ski day.

But "Spooky" really got to me. Because of the groove. Because of the death of Dennis Yost.

Oh, every paper had an obit.
But no one e-mailed me about his passing, his death seemed to elude the collective consciousness.

Kind of weirded me out.

Are we now expecting our sixties stars to die?

Were those hits so long ago, so far in the past that we've forgotten what an integral part of the cultural fabric they once were?

Funny thing about those sixties hits, they still resonate just as much today.

You might wince when you hear "Ice Ice Baby", but you feel warm and fuzzy when you hear a sixties classic.

You're immediately jetted back in time to exactly where you were at when you hear tracks like "Spooky".

Going to school.

Feeling awkward at dances.

Believing the radio could get you through.

Nixo With the Artemis Pyle DEEP SOUTH Crowd

EL NIXO..........................


Tell Flutie neck time you see him that he MADE us burn Ray Perkins @ River Birch!


You hazzz the greatest blogs in the universe.
And your son Chris is an awesome young man with a stupendous future ahead of him.
Just want you to know that.



OKAY...I was reading this email & got down to Christopher's AWESOME poster, which reminds me of Peter Max art. This is good. THEN I scroll down & started reading the same blogs about the 1968 class reunion with the pictures of Wilbur's poster & the show. I was totally confused (now THERE'S a surprise!) until it dawned on me that Christopher's AWESOME poster must've set off a flashback & surely I was trippin' I just put on some Moody Blues & enjoyed the ride! ;~)
MERRY CHRISTMAS! Call me when you come home & DON'T FORGET MY GIFT!!
Queen of the NutPatch

Just in case you're interested in knowing, I found a reference that Thomas McAdory Owen (the founder of the Department of Archives and History of Alabama) owned the personal papers Col. John McKee.

I don't know how he came to own these.

Thinking that perhaps these papers were possibly still housed at the Department of Archives and History, I contacted them.

I was told by Dr. Norwood Kerr that they have only two letters that were Col. McKee's, and that the others were lost in a house fire at the home of Mr. Owen in 1906.

What a tragedy!

image by Christopher
that Kelvin Pake Did Fo' Him

Hey y'all~

I needzzzzzzzzzzzzz professional help!

My boy, Christopher,
is going with a crowd to Denver for the Panic Show on New Year's Eve.

Please pray for him.


We need two thangs~

#1: Which way should they go?
Oklahoma or Missouri?

#2: Can you help my boy push his Panic poster?

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Well Al,
I read your book Backstage Passes and Backstabbing Bastards,
and thought that it was funny as hell, as well as informative, and certainly brought back memories of what I think was a special time in American music.
I looked for it, for literally years, bacause I thought the title was "Backstage at the Creation" which is what I heard the title was going to be.
If anyone is interested in stories "from the inside" your book is a must.


"D. & Kathy S. with me and their scooter."
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Dave,Kathy & Buddy
Click on Frank's BOPCATS myspace link above & listen to THE BALLAD OF BECKY & GROVER

Jimmy, Frank, David & Wilbur!
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I saw David Adkins tonight at a Christmas party playing the piano.
Nice guy.
Wish he'd brought his guitar.
He is good at the piano (fun to sing with), but boy can he play that guitar.

I told him I'd had the pleasure of hearing him play at
for your event
and he commented on what a good blog you have.

Friday, August 01, 2008


I hope that I am using the email address that you requested.

It was a pleasure to attend the Cowboy's show sponsored by The Dothan Class of '68.
The bands ~The Bopcats,
Mitch Goodson and the Capers and
Wilbur Walton Jr. and the Strange Gang all sounded very good,
All of the folks that I met from the Class of 68 were genuinely all great folks.
I think we should all consider ourselves lucky that we grew up in a time when there was a musical revolution in progress and there was still a bit of HOPE left in the world.

We didn't have to deal with a cheap deadly, easily available drug called crack.

Our children, who grew up with VCRs, iPods and video games and instantly available news reports were not as fortunate as we were. Our children also grew up in a musical time that was haywire... 95% of radio stations were being program managed by some corporate suits.. Playlists were (and still are) programmed by corporate giants and Brittany Spears and many other meaningless mediocre acts were being shoved down their throats. As Great a song as "Georgia Pines" is.... It would have been buried in obscurity and would never gotten any air time just 5 or 6 years after it's release. It certainly would not have been a regional hit. Today there are no such things as regional hits.. There are internet phenomenal hits.

The performance on July 27th was inspirational for every one involved at Playground.

It was a visual realization of some of all of our combined efforts.

When I say "Our" that includes YOU, Robert Register, who through your constant blogging have helped promote this music that we all cherish and love because it was so much a part of lives as teenagers. It is still as valid today as it was in the sixties. "Georgia Pines" is a classic song that will endure.

Now, as my good friend and co-producer Jim Dickinson points out.. the largest market and slice of the American population is between the ages of 55 and 70 years old. Should we choose to, we have the ability to change the face of American popular music again. To do this we would all have to participate in purchasing products (CDs and Videos) of the music that we cherish. Our slice of the American population would have to once again join together as one voice and demand from the corporate programmers that they play music we enjoy whether it is by an older established artist or a younger artist who has remained loyal to their musical roots. We are the largest segment of the American population but we purchase the fewest amount of records. This can all change with motivation. Should we become a viable record buying force once again.. we could literally change the face of American popular music.. one more time.

Please accept my personal thanks for organizing this event. Should any of the 68 Class want a copy of the CD that I made for this event they may contact me via email as we don't have this product for sale on our website site and it is only made for the Class of 68. The CD includes a radio Ad for the Flamingo with Beaverteeth, It also includes at least 3 Beaverteeth songs with Charlie Silva, 4 unreleased songs by Wilbur from 1973, a Concrete Bubble cut and several cuts from the original Playground Rhythm section from 1969 that Included John Rainey and David Adkins, The original "Georgia Pines" cut is also on the CD, There are some other cuts by artists who were accompanied by Dothan Musicians. I believe that John Rainey Adkins is playing guitar on each cut. Contact me at

Thanks again Roberto.. you are a champ

Lancaster and the Playground Team


— Ain’t no way you’re sitting still in the newly renovated Playground Recording Studio.

image courtesy of RAY HUTTO

The 60's was a magical time for music in Dothan.

We had so many great musicians all in one place.

I had the opportunity to work with and learn from Larry Coe, Sid White, John Rainey Adkins, Little Bill Ackridge,
Amos Tindle, Billy Gant, George Cheshire and the list goes on and on.

When I saw Wilbur at the Reunion, I didn't see today's Wilbur. I saw the Wilbur from 1965, standing in front of
a huge crowd of kids at the Recreation Center in Dothan. I can remember getting as close as I could to Johnny
Mulkey so I could watch every move his fingers made.

Being around John Rainey was almost like being next to God.

You hung on his every word.

I don't think I could have been in a better place at a better time and thankful that I had the opportunity.
Bill Hanke

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Hey y'all~

Wilbur looked & sounded superb~

image courtesy of Louis Adams

image courtesy of Louis Adams

The 6 & The 8 Balloons In The Stratosphere Monday Morning Above Cowboys
~ photo is the result of absolutely total synchronicity!!!!

Do yourself a favor & check out Frank Tanton's Project X site
IT'S PURE WILBUR 24/7 !!!! ~

Christopher & Dad @ THE RAIN GUAGE
[To know what it took to take this picture will make a grown man cry]

Buddy Henry Allowing Me To Separate Him From A $20 Bill!!!!


Christopher @ The Marker Before The Repair

Christopher Piloting The Air Boat On Lake Seminole

Uncle Buddy's Air Boat Allowed Christopher To Observe About 20 Bream Beds


The great thing about meeting C. was that I felt I had reconnected to your entire family.

It was exhilarating.

Since we're gonna meet again I thought I'd lay some cards on the table.

I have staked out my presence on the Web.
Usually you can google my screen name, robertoreg
& you'll initially get over 480 hits.

My main blog is called ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA

I also have ROCK PILGRIMAGE, a term I own on the Web,
which is pretty kewl when you think about it.

takes care of the fruits out to the UA.

I've written a play about being the only light skinned male academic instructor in an all-dark skinned urban school called WELCOME TO THE COTTON KINGDOM

I've written a sci-fi novel called SNAKE DOCTOR.

Plus I'm on Facebook & I have two myspace sites~

Please take a little time to look over this stuff and if any of it absolutely repels you, please let me know & I won't bother you again.

Great talking to you both times today.


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Hey y'all~

Still decompressing...


Number 10: Getting your 19 yr. old son to drive you down and spending the last two hours of the trip to Dothan listening to both Candymen albums while rolling down 231 South after an excellent steak dinner in Montgomery.

Number 9: Hearing Leigh Simpson tell everybody at WOOF that when she was a kid she inducted me into some club with some elaborate name & I WAS THE ONLY MEMBER!

Number 8: Standing in Boomer's & seeing the tears well up in the eyes of a little girl you've known since first grade at Cloverdale when you told her you were inspired to write the lyrics to a Burke/Register song by her father.

Number 7: Having a girl hug your neck at the Reunion after telling her that her people were buried next to your people in the City Cemetery and then talking about how wonderful it was that Dothan was finally getting some rain so you could go out & really do a good job of cleaning out your family plot.

Number 6:
Getting in line for your chow at the Reunion and having the caterer shout,

Number 5: Being given the big 68 balloons for the Jam and then having Mary Ann & Marbury help me protect them as we drove through the riot on South St. Andrews Street.

Number 4: Having your son drop you off at the Dirty Bird on Sunday afternoon & the last thing he asks you is, "Did anybody ever hire the strippers for the Reunion?"

Number 3: Talking about Cookie Cook at THE 40TH REUNION JAM while seeing James Ott walk through the door of the club.

Number 2: Seeing Peck, Larry, Louis, Paul, Richard, Frank, David, Ray, Jimmy & Wilbur, listening to the music and thinking about THOSE REC CENTER NIGHTS!!!!

& the #1 reason reason for spending your summer vacation hanging out at your 40th class reunion...

Number 1: Being able to spend the entire Monday afternoon after your reunion in Panama City Beach wid yo' SUGAR WOOGER searching the head shops, sex shops and tourist traps of Panama City Beach for Buddy's Beer Cap & udder stuff.



I had a large time Sunday at the Reunion Jam.

I’d like to thank all the new and old friends that came out to the Flaming-O, and I hope everyone had a good time…

Also, big thanks to all the musicians who performed so well, and the sound man, Brian who did such a great job mixing our music…

Special thanks to Robert Register for dreaming up, promoting, and making this thing happen… “You da Man” man…

If Robert was the strategist, David Adkins was the tactician that made this gig a success.

David worked harder than anyone on this project, and my hat is off to him…

And finally I’d like to thank Wilbur for being Wilbur and keeping the faith…

F Tanton

Hey Robert
Here's a link to the some never released tracks I produced in my old studio featuring Wilbur Walton Jr. and David Adkins... These tracks were recorded back in the 1980's... You know back before the turn of the century...
I hope the folks enjoy them...



all three images courtesy of Frank Stephenson

Poor ol' Bobby
He really was "different"
He was extremely intelligent, but sometimes he was just out of whack.
It was always fun to see him and Robert Nix together, because he and Robert
were close friends from Jacksonville, which meant, of course, that Robert
wanted him to be more "normal" around people, so that (naturally) they would
like Bobby as much as he did.
I remember a time of particular frustration, when during the airplane strike
in, I think, 1966, we had to drive in 5 days.......1st night Birmingham,
Alabama, 2nd night Miami, Florida, 3rd night Atlanta,Georgia, then we got a
"travel day" to make the next date in Wilmington, Delaware.(Someday when my
typing gets better, I'll write about the Delaware date, when Bobby was
trying to avoid the draft)....Sorry,I digress.........anyway, .....Bobby
used to wear a FUR VEST, kinda' like the one Sonny Bono used to wear on
stage when he was with Sonny and Cher.
The difference was, that Bobby used to wear his all the time, including the
5 day trip in a car with 6 people in it.
Now, the point of the story is, that for 5 days, all Bobby would do, was
complain how hot he was in the car, and how the air conditioner was not
So naturally all day, every day, we'd tell him "take off the fuckin' vest!"
He would reply with as much conviction,(and misguided logic) as a person
could muster, "It's not my fucking body that's hot, it's my face, and it's
not wearing a vest!"
How do you win that argument?


Tuesday, July 29, 2008

waddn't no little fuzzy bunny.


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Rite now Wilbur's got 2890 views on YouTube

Buddy Buie & J.R. Cobb's video from Tommy Wilcox Outdoors using song called THE DAY BEAR BRYANT DIED has OVER 3800 views on YouTube.

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wuz way mo' dan one mo' KWAYZZZZZZZZZZY WABBIT!

dat jumped outta dah damn hat beating you, scr*wing you,& making you write bad checks while screaming,"WE GOTTA GO TO THE BEACH RIGHT NOW!!!!!"


WE showl had a good time.


The onliest problem is

You missed a peak experience of a lifetime if you missed THE 40TH REUNION JAM.
JAMES OTT, founder of THE FLAMINGO, enjoyed Wilbur's entire performance.

Those in attendance have already begun to express their appreciation for the performance.

I wanted to thank you for all the work you did putting Sunday together.
It was great music and fun to see "OUR" old bands again.

Gosh! They sounded the same as before!

F. and I stayed to hear them all.

It was great fun!

Thanks again,

Here's Charmin' Sharman's review of THE 40TH REUNION JAM which will be published in the next issue of DOTHAN MAGAZINE

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[muchas to Sharman for her kind words.
Please check out Sharman's website. ]


Toward that effort, former Dothan resident, music historian and man of eclectic interests and talents, Robert Register, organized an event at Cowboys to coincide with his/my own DHS 40th reunion.

As promised Wilbur Walton, Jr. performed. I attended with a couple of fans from way back…way back when his father, Wilbur Walton, Sr., pastor of the First Methodist Church, sent his son to pick up the girls who had gone to Blue Lake for a retreat. The attendance soared just because that guy with the “to die for” good looks who just happened to also be a DHS football hero was going to drive the bus back to town.

Today, Wilbur Walton, Jr. has a new look…more of a Willie Nelson with an eyepatch, “been rode hard and put up wet” look that time and experience has added. But the man has a presence all his own. One expects laser light to flow from the jazz hands thrust out as the wizard of the stage rasps out his songs, many of which were written by Dothan’s own Buddy Buie. There is no doubt this band dominated the airwaves at one time and they have still “got it.” Wilbur rules the stage and with a gesture commands the ebb and flow of the music with a mystical sorcery.

“Georgia Pines” may be his signature song. To those of us who cherish those tall sentinels and are lulled by the music of the wind through their branches appreciate the ode, sung with raw affection by the balladeer. At last he smiles and you can tell he is enjoying himself along with those who marvel at the chemistry of this group. And in the joy of chimerical oneness of entertainer and audience, as he sings “You’ve Got the Right String Baby, but the Wrong Yo-Yo” the sweet, sweet sound of the music makes your heart pump and your feet twitch to rock along with the band. .

David Adkins, John Rainey Adkins brother, may today surpass his famous brother with his skill. When set free on that electric guitar, the music soars. The A-Team played Sunday at Cowboys…Richard Burke, David Adkins, Wilbur Walton, Jr., Larry Coe, Lamar Miller, Frank Tanton and Jimmy Dean. Apart they are talented musicians. Together they are a force of nature.

What a treasure Dothan has in its musicians.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


K. at the Bryant Museum is the cat to talk to.
ASF paid for this image.

ASF announced today they're canceling Les Miserable which was the centerpiece of their season.

Talk to K.


Dick: "Marie Antoinette With Southern Accent"

One of the things that irritates me about some folks is how they use the Bible to justify inactivity.

I am also enraged by the MDs of the world who distort the Gospel to justify the "liberal enlightenment" of their Fidelista social gospel.

After reading the posts today, I began searching for answers and that quest led me to Nehemiah 4: 9-20.

"God Helps Those Who Help Themselves"

"Aide-toi et Dieu t'aidera"
(written in French on the brass steering wheel of the C.S.A. Alabama)
ain't a Bible verse but Nehemiah who's in the Bible understood the wisdom of those words and with God's help Nehemiah created a deterrent to the crimes of his enemies.

Nehemiah was the Real Deal!

Nehemiah Meant Business!

Our role is also to be a deterrent to crime & we don't need to welcome some thug into our community who gains power by stealing people's souls with his illyfoamed, 'flictified social gospel.

If this left wing kook wants to commit his enormous fortune to his perverted mission to Selma, let him do it but Let's Make Sure He Pays A Price.

Make sure he gets hit in the wallet real good so he never forgets what his depravity brought him in Selma, Alabama.

Thank you all once again for shedding more light on our little viper and may our efforts free some folks from his spell and allow them to once again rejoin their families, thrive as individuals
and enjoy the rewards of the true FREEDOM to enjoy Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Thanks Buddy. Please write a book!

Thanks to Zero, Northwest Florida's Municipal Website
we already have the bare bones of a Buddy Buie Autobiography.

When you google
"buddy buie" robertoreg

(robertoreg is my screen name and when you google any subject you think my sorry SOUTH AL/GA/NW FL A$$ might be interested in
just add the robertoreg to your google inquiry)

Right now you get 138 hits but
then when you click on "more results" underneath
you get another 115 hits
which gives you over 253 results from
"buddy buie" robertoreg

Dat'z beeze calledzzzz
"bad to the bone"
if you'ze a Buddy Buie fan!"

Nix iz

Nixo With the Artemis Pyle Crowd

Roberto, I have, like everyone else, have lots of Jerry Lee stories. Roy Orbison and the Candymen toured Australia with the Yardbirds, ( Jimmy Page on guitar) and the Walker Brothers from England along with the number one Aussie singer at the time, Johnny Young. We had a tour manager that was a big ole' fellow. He was named 'Killer' by Jerry Lee. This guy had gold and diamonds all over him like a New York pimp. All of the jewelry had the name 'Killer' on them. The story was that Jerry Lee had named him 'Killer' and that it was totally a personal 'handle' from Jerry Lee to him. Well after the Australian tour we went back to the U.S. for a couple of weeks. Orbison wanted to treat us to a vacation for a few days at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel but Buie and Cochran had us booked on some career making dates back home. (Moultrie Bowl, The Woods in Tifton and maybe Enterprise Alabama). Anyhow we left for the U.K. Tour a couple of weeks later. When we got there we met our tour manager. and he immidiately started telling us the same story about Jerry Lee telling him he was the one and only 'Killer'. Rodger Johnson( the Candymen road manager has similar stories I'm sure. No matter, there is only one 'KILLER' to me and that is Mr. JERRY LEE! Good Evening, Robert Nix...........................

Bud & Bec

When I checked my Email this morning and under “subject”, I read the adjectives:irreverent,vulgar,iconoclastic,sarcastic,acerbic,I said,” that describes my brother-in-law”. Then I read,loyal,decent and probably brilliant. I said,” That describes my deceased dog Hank!!! It turned out to be both!!! We love you anyway.
Buddy& Becky Henry


by Buddy Henry

January of 99,myself and a few friends were planting pines on a
piece of property that Phillip Newman had recently purchased.
I received a cell call from my wife, Becky.


She said "Cha-ching!"

Our female Boykin Spaniel was in the process of delivering a litter
of pups.

It was exciting to know that,
first,we were going to have some new pups to raise and also
we knew they would be marketable.The pups were fun to raise,but,
at six weeks of age we were going to have to sell the pups
which we were growing attached to.
There were plenty of buyers who quickly picked out a
puppy,except one,
and this will be what the rest of this story will be

Hank,actually his registered name is "Herniated Hank Henry" was the
puppy everyone rejected because he had a small umbilical hernia.
Becky and I would point this out to everyone,so this was probably
the reason he was rejected.
But except for this small hernia,Hank would turn out to
be exceptional in every way.

When it was time to feed the pups after they were about four weeks
old,Hank would be the first to meet you at the gate.
He was just plain excited to see you.
We dubbed him a "Bonkin" because he would be bouncing
up and down when you came to the pups pen.
At the time I thought it was because he wanted to be the first
to eat,in retrospect I know it was
because he wanted to show his love.

All the pups got sold,except Hank.
We got a call from a prospective buyer.
They were ready to buy Hank.

Becky looked at me and said,
ain't for sale!!!"

When Hank was nine weeks old, he and I walked out to the end of the
driveway to get the newspaper.
That had been Abby's job,Hank's Mama, up
until that morning.
I put the newspaper in his mouth and ran back to the
house with Hank right behind me.
After that morning all I had to do was
open the door and say ,"Hank,Fetch it up!"
For the next Eight years, Hank
acted like it was as exciting to him as it was for me to see him
retrieve the paper.

The paper was just the beginning of Hanks retrieving ability.

When Hank was nine months old I took him to his first dove hunt.
I had never fired a gun around Hank.
I was a little scared to shoot because his mom was

The birds started coming in.
With Hank by my side, I fired my
gun and luckily downed a bird.
I ran to the bird with Hank right beside
me and was saying "Hank, fetch it up!".
I put the bird in Hanks mouth and
ran back to my shooting blind with Hank beside me.
I gave him a lot of praise,poured some water in my hand
and let him drink from my hand.

That first day shooting I shot nine birds
and except for the first bird that
I put in his mouth he picked up the rest of the birds
and would hurry
back to the blind and graciously accept my praise.

As the years continued Hank became an excellent retriever.

We hunted together for the next eight years.

When in the dove field,Hank would sit
right beside me and help me watch the sky for birds.
He would be so
excited he would wimper when I was missing birds,almost showing
disappointment in me for missing.
I would talk to him and it seemed as if
he understood me.

I consider a couple of times in the field as "great family
moments"in my life.

My two daughters got to go hunting with Hank.

Leslie & Buddy- two nurse anesthetists in the same family!

My oldest daughter, Leslie, took her video camera on one shoot.
She shot some footage of Hank in the "field".
His enthusiasm is very evident on film.

Buddy & Lana

My youngest daughter,Lana (who at the age of sixteen had never shot
a gun) and I were invited to my neighbors just a few hours
before the shoot.Lana and I went out in the yard and I showed
her how to shoot a 20 gauge shotgun.
We went to the hunt and Lana shot many times.
Hank was very patient with her.Lana finally shot down a bird.

I don't know who was
Lana,Hank or Me!!!.

Lana shot down two birds that day.
Like I
said,"A great family moment".
Even though retrieving was my intent for
having a dog, a Boykin Spaniel,
retrieving was
a minor part of the
happiness Hank brought to our family.

He was truly a "companion".

His loyalty to Becky,my children and I is something that is
difficult to
You would have to own,or maybe I should say, be blessed to have
an animal such as Hank,to understand one's feelings toward a family

Hank was "Homeschooled".
He was never a problem student.
His only
limitation were my limits to teach.

I could say,"Truck," and over the
tailgate he would go.
He would stay in the truck until I said "Out.".
I could say "Kennel" and point to the direction I wanted him to go
and he would "kennel-up".
"Sit","Stay",anything I asked ,he was happy to

Water.He loved it.He would swim for pleasure like an eight year
old child.

Time to relax,Hank would jump up on the front porch swing with
me and lay his soft,beautiful head on me and nap while I napped.

Until Hank, I didn't really understand the bond one could have with
an animal.

Now I understand when people say,"like a member of the family."

We had Hank for eight years.

Today, due to a sudden illness,liver and kidney
failure, we had to"put him down".

Becky and I were with him as the young
veterinarian administered a euthinizing dose of a barbiturate.
We were able to pet him as he went out.

Pain,sorrow,memories streamed through our

I'll never say as I used to,"He's 'just a dog'."

He was much more.

Becky and I have a small piece of property with an artesian spring
on it.We spend time on the property nearly everyday.
When I would open the
tailgate to my truck Hank would sit until I said"Out."
Most of the time
he would run to the spring for a "dip".

We buried Hank down by the spring
today,we poured some "spring water" on him and covered him with

If you ever need someone to define "Love" ask me about
"Happy Herniated
Hank Henry".



Folksizzzzzzzz, It's Beeze Time To Up Our Game!

MD's Hangin' From Bienville Bluff By His Fingernails Right Now.

MD, I hope you'se gotz some Masochist Blood in you 'cause you gonna be needingz it if you think you're gonna enjoy
This Holiday Season.

The only two businesses ever listed as sponsors of Duke's show have denied any involvement with the radio show.

Who payzzz fo' dah airtime?
We need those figures for a new contract proposal.

We need to dedicate some of our entries on this forum toward compiling a Mark Duke resume. We needs his full name, DOB,former addresses, etc. Along with this we need entries dedicated to his background, education, job experience and hobbies.

About the only support MD's received on this forum lately has been from a semi-literate convicted bank robber(somebody did that to me, I want they'z butt to Stayzzzz Locked Up! I Mean Fo' Show).

The transcription of the articles, the hateful SPLS article and the daily grind at the radio station's show have done they job Good!

The only Selma folks he's got halfway in his camp right now are the
"He's Not Bothering Me Yet/Can't We Just Get Along" Crowd &
The Sorry Bastards
who welcomed him to Selma in the frist place
and then allowed The MD Agenda to soil their Printing Presses,Pulpits,Altars and Microphones.

We'll forgive you, My Dearly Beloved Sistuhs & Brother's From Other Mothers of All Kinds Uv Diff'rint Colors,
But We'ze Ain't Never Gonna Forget!


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

This is the NON-prophet Kooper here to advise you there are a few Studio One tales in my autobiography BACKSTAGE PASSES & BACKSTABBING BASTARDS available signed from my website:
the whole founding of skynyrd is in there too.
I would think a "must" read for the registered roberts even if it was writ by a Yankee.

al kooper
ps Buddy get better quick & soon !!!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

look at Buie........succinct, and of all things, accurate.
I'm schocked............looks like the hospital did him some good.
Stay healthy Baio..................,

My friend,

Robert Register, sent me a copy of what he sent you.
Let me vouch for Robert.
He is quite an interesting person. He does have academic credentials. I think he has a degree in something like psychology with hours on his Masters (if I am correct).
He graduated from Dothan High School and attended the University of Alabama.

One of his major interests is archaeology and has been involved in locating points along the Ellicott Line.
He is a local music historian.
Robert works now as a custodian for real estate company in Tuscaloosa I think because it leaves time for his real interests which are so eclectic, one cannot pin him down with any label.

He is irreverent, vulgar, iconoclastic, sarcastic, acerbic, loyal, decent and probably brilliant.

Just thought you might find him interesting. You might want to invite him along on your investigative jaunt. This is just the kind of "search" that he would revel in. And you just might enjoy his quirky humor and appreciate his broad knowledge as I do.


RR....This is the studio one story.

From 1966 till 1970 I spent every waking hour either writing songs or producing records. I had but one goal and that was
to write and produce top forty hits. JR Cobb and I were hot as a firecracker during that period . We wrote, I TAKE IT BACK [Sandy Posey],
SPOOKY, STORMY, TRACES, and EVERY DAY WITH YOU GIRL. [Dennis Yost and the Classics IV] . Other than I TAKE IT BACK, produced by the
legendary Chips Moman in Memphis, I produced all these records, plus CHERRY HILL PARK [Billy Joe Royal] , written by Robert Nix and
Bill Gilmore. Robert Nix had been with me thru the Orbison and the Candymen years. He was a great drummer and became my constant
companion and supporter. I was proud to see him develop into a successful song writer. He later became one of my my co-writers.

From 66 thru 69, I recorded exclusively at MasterSound Studio in the old Brookhaven school building, owned by my mentor Bill Lowery.
One day I called Bob Richardson, the studio co-owner- manager and asked could I come in to cut a demo. He said "no, an ad agency
has It booked" and I said "that's fine, I'll cut at another studio but I need to come by and pick up the bass". MasterSound had an old Fender
bass that Emory Gordy played on all my sessions. Richardson said,'that bass doesn't leave this studio". I asked him if he was using it on the
ad-agency session and he said "no, but the bass doesn't leave the studio'. I couldn't believe that after helping put his studio on the map,
he'd refuse me the use of that old bass. I begged him to reconsider and he repeated, "that bass doesn't leave this studio". I never recorded
another note in that studio.

Mylon Le Fevre's brother, Maurice, and I made a deal for me to record at Le Fevre Sound. It was here that I got to know Rodney Mills.
Rodney's engineering skills and his willingness to experiment made me an instant fan. Every night, Robert Nix, JR Cobb, Barry Bailey, Dean Daughtry,
and Paul Goddard would meet at Le Fevre Sound. They'd jam and we'd record what they jammed. We experimented with different
sounds and recording techniques. My agent sent a recording of these jam sessions to MCA and they liked what they heard. Later,I called Rodney Justo in Tampa, and asked him if he would be interested in being the singer and he said yes.I talked it over with the guys and they loved the idea. ARS was born.

JR Cobb, Paul Cochran, Bill Lowery, and I pooled resources to build a studio, after it became obvious I wasn't returning to MasterSound. Rodney Mills
left his head engineer position at Le Fevre Sound and became our head engineer. Rodney consulted with us on the studio site and I put him
in charge of all things technical. 3864 Oakcliff Industrial court in Doraville became our new address. A house painter and part time carpenter by the name of Shack Jones ,who just happened to be a struggling song writer, signed on to do the construction. The guys in the band pitched in.You should have seen Robert Nix and Rodney Justo with hammer in hand. We crowned it STUDIO ONE. Rodney Mills and I decided on a custom built console by Spectrasonics . Hardy Martin designed and installed the board. Rodney went to Louisville a couple of times to make sure Hardy was building the board we needed. JR, Rodney,and I
went to Memphis to check out Chips Moman's great sounding echo chambers. We applied what we learned and built three chambers, which later became an important element in Studio One's sound.The 16 track Scully recorder was state of the art at the time and we were all like kids at Christmas when Hardy Martin and Rodney finally installed all the equipment. The studio became like an artist colony, attracting local musicians and songwriters. The early followers of The Atlanta Rhythm Section found where we were and would drop by, in hopes of seeing them record. This happened before ARS had a record on
the radio. Their reputations as the cream of the crop of session musicians in Atlanta attracted up and coming players and groupies. Sometimes it was a zoo!!

Over the next fifteen years, 1970 thru 1985, some historic music was made within the walls of STUDIO ONE. Atlanta Rhythm Section, Al Kooper, Lynyrd Skynyrd, B.J. Thomas, Billy Joe Royal, Stillwater, Johnny Van Zant, 38 Special, Alicia Bridges, Rossington-Collins, and countless others called it home.
I sold the studio to Georgia State University in 1986.


Buddy Buie

This is great that Buddy sat down and wrote this. We will always have the great music that came out of that studio but now we have details and specifics that few people knew before. For a fan like me that is magical.
I suppose some people don't consider the circumstances and intricacies behind the making of the music that they listen to. Maybe I do because I'm involved in the business myself. Maybe it's just me but knowing where something was cut, the equipment, the people behind the scenes, etc. are details that really enhance the joy I get from listening to the songs. I can hear them and now I can see them in my mind. I can almost be there. I think any real fan of ARS, Skynyrd, Kooper, etc. will be thrilled to have any information they can get.
I'll take more! If Buddy wants to add a few specific stories of things that went on at the studio it would be fun to read. I've spent my whole life with musicians; I know the kind of crazy shit that goes on...
I'm heading to Atlanta in a day or two and I am going to that building. I'll stand there and be real still and listen. Maybe I'll hear a little echo of time or imagine that I did. That's why we're called FANatics...
(Ironically to me), I began my education at Georgia State University in the 1980's at about the same time that they were purchasing Studio One. I would begin my studies in anthropology with the intention of becoming an archaeologist. I like to dig up history and hold it in my hands. So, when I pass through Doraville I'll be heading back to Memphis with a little chunk of 3864 sitting in my floorboard. Don't tell anybody...

Re: [ChampagneJam] Some Folk 'Preciate It

Thank you Buddy for putting this snipet in writing. I will second Robert's emotion and say, "I'll take more!" Buddy, you may sit back in Eufaula and think that no one wants to hear about this stuff in 2008-2009. I'll guarantee you, you've got a bunch of folks on this email group that hang on your every word. I'd love to hear how the group came together. Why do you think ARS worked so well when other groups flopped? When did you first get the feeling that ARS was going to be something special? How did your song writing evolve from the Classics IV to ARS? What are the chances that the "lost album" will ever see the light of day? See? There's a bunch of questions that the Jammers would love to hear about. Keep telling the story as you see it, Buddy. We do indeed 'preciate it!

When D. and I were first married, we lived in Doraville, Ga. where he worked for Steak & Ale at Livista. That area seemed to be a hub for music in 1975 with Banks and Shane
playing regularly at Steak & Ale and the Atlanta Rhythm section would jam at the Holiday Inn on I-85 near the Doraville exit. It was such a great time for us! Couldn't remember if we had told you this during our visits so thought I would email you about it.

Just got this email in from a friend of mine that I sent your blog to. Thought you might want to contact him before you publish his words though. He and I worked together in TV in Atlanta. He was a radio DJ and hot talent in the market when we did a 'Wheel of Fortune' type of commercial in Atlanta. Crazy guy and lots of fun. He was married to my best friend back then, too.

Subject: Re: Walked In & I Screamed, " I Need Professional Help! When'z Dis Tarzan Movie Gonna End!"

Know all about Studio One and Lowery and the gang.
Neat story.
That club they played was across the street from Grady High School's stadium.
I saw them the last nite.
Talked with Ronnie and the guys.
We were all ripped biig time.
LS introduced me and I came on stage and stirred the crowd
. 'Bout 50 people.
U could hardly c the stage from all the Pot smoke.
Ha! I can can get the me of the club if he wants.


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I want to know how in the hell does it make a difference if "God has saw fit to use a white brother name Mark Duke."
Do you really think God is concerned with Mark's complexion?

From reading your post it sounds to me like you're the cat who is "judgmental and hard" when you blame innocent members of your family's own church for "our non-spiritual condition."

When I read your statement about the "horrible experiences that me and my wife both experienced growing up in the 'church' invironment", the frist thing that popped into my mind was whether either one of you ever did any complaining or did you just let it all slide?

You know, Ronald, instead of going around running your mouth in schools about your "Fatherhood Initiative Program", why don't you lead by your example and if you've got something to say to school children, quit interrupting their lessons and tell them at the appropriate time that they should obey their teachers directions the first time they are given, raise their hands & wait to called on &
keep their hands & feet to themselves.

That would help a lot more than the bull you're spewing.
If you want to act like the man I know you want to be,
one day a little child in Selma might walk up to you and say,
"Mr. Ronald, when I grow up, I want to be just like you."
Then you'll have the opportunity to say,
"Well, if you want to be just like me, you'll go right now & pick up all that trash that's in your front yard!"

Ron, have you ever considered that MD might appreciate some of the "tough guy" tricks you learned while you were in the joint simply because people like him need the talents of an Enforcer.

Hey Bro', with the folks you be hanging with right now, before it all over with,
if don't watch out,
you might be back in the stir enjoying your three hots and a cot one mo' again.

And if "God has saw fit to use a white brother name Mark Duke" , how 'bout describing "who is hurting" in Selma & describe all the false stuff posted on this site concerning your fearless leader.

I just stumbled on your blog when googling Col John McKee. He was the brother of my ggg-grandfather, William Houston McKee. Do you have any connection to him?

I live on a street he helped lay out, University Boulevard, formally known as Broad Street.

I know the woman who owns the compass and tripod used to lay out Tuscaloosa.

I've been to Hill of Howth. There are so many old bottles in that spring that it is ridiculous. The place was occupied from 1814 until 1946.

The timbers can be seen in the Bayer House on the road between Greensboro and Eutaw.

When they tore down his house they threw his library in the ditch. I've seen a huge map of North America that was saved.

All his letters were stolen before that and they were from Washington, Jefferson, Hamilton, Burr, Madison, Monroe, etc.

It's tragic that his biography has never been written.


Thank you so much for your reply about Col John McKee. I first became aware of him when I started research on my McKee family and found a book called "The McKee's of Virginia" which was compiled by George Wilson McKee in the late 1800's. He apparently had been researching the McKee family for many years and had been in contact with some of his cousins who also had done McKee research. He stated in the book that Hugh Ware McKee went to Laurel County, Kentucky, and got most of his information from "Mountain Billy" McKee (this is my ggg-grandfather William Houston McKee and brother to Col. John McKee). That would have had to happen before 1855, since that is when William Houston McKee died.
Page 106 of "The McKee's of Virginia" lists the family of John McKee and Esther Houston (aunt of General Sam Houston) as follows:
"William - now lives in Laurel County, near London, Ky."
"Robert died at Point Pleasant, Va, on the Ohio, never was married, and left no children."
"John never was married, but left a number of Indian children. He was Indian agent for a number of years for the Chicasaw and Choctaw tribes of Indians, and also Unites States Senator from Alabama. He died there."
"Shortly after he left Congress, Nancy, his sister, married a man by the name of John Gay and they moved to Indiana and left a large family."
I've been intrigued by Col. John McKee since I found this little bit of information about him. I've often wondered about the statement that "he was never married but left a number of Indian children." I thought this was a bit ambiguous, and since he was an Indian agent, I didn't know if it was meant literally or figuratively. From your blog, I see that you have stated that he left at least one biological half-Indian son. I'd love to know more about that!
I agree that it is a shame there has never been a biography about Col. John McKee. I think his life would make an interesting subject. I've collected some information about him through the last few years but not enough to write a biography of him (and I claim to be neither historian nor writer). There is a portrait of him which is owned by the State Archives of Alabama. It was hanging on the second floor of their building on the Capitol grounds in Montgomery when I was there a few years ago. I presume they still have it.
It makes me ill to think that his library was thrown in the ditch and that his letters were stolen. Though it's wonderful that he had letters from all those presidents and political figures, I would be much more interested in discovering that he had received letters from his siblings, including my ggg-grandfather. I have seen on-line that some of his papers or journals are housed at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. My next task is to contact them and get copies of those if possible.
I would love to visit the site of Hill of Howth, and perhaps I can do that someday.
Thank you for the information you sent! I'd also welcome any other information you have about Col. John, and I'll be glad to share anything I have that would interest you.

I also have read that he had a daughter named Alzira.

After he opened the land office in Tuscaloosa and was elected our first U.S. Representative (he was never Senator) he basically adopted the Gould family and they inherited most of his property.

Somewhere in my papers I have a timeline of his life that I put together.

Special Collections at the University of Alabama has a roster of the Indians who served under him in the War of 1812 which was used to get them compensation for their service.

I'll be glad to help you with your work any way I can.