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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" ?
LET LOVE COME BETWEEN US!
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FELIZ NAVIDAD Y UN PROSPERO ANO NUEVO!!!!
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.
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.
Al Kooper To Me:
we'll take it wherever it comes...............Bob Lefsetz http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/
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
THE GUY IN THE MIDDLE IS DOUG FLUTIE.
HE SAT IN AND PLAYED WE PLAYED DOUBLE DRUMS THAT NIGHT .
JIMMY HALL AND ARTIMUS PYLE SANG THE SKYNYRD SONG 'GIMME THREE STEPS'. DOUG PLAYS WITH HIS BROTHERS AS THE FLUTIE BROTHERS BAND.
HE REALLY IS A GREAT DRUMMER.
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'...so 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
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!