Wednesday, March 04, 2009

For those of you too young to remember,or too old and have forgotten, a brief history lesson. Back in the seventies the primer record label featuring southern artists was Capricorn. An independent label launched in 1969 by Phil Walden, Alan Walden, and Frank Fenter. Capricorn became famous for spearheading southern rock, including notables like the Allman Brothers Band and Cowboy. This year the Brothers will head out on a 40th anniversary tour, but this week some other members of the Capricorn stable will be hitting the road in a reunion revival of their own.
Randall Bramblett, Tommy Talton and Scott Boyer were all part of the scene back in the day, Tommy and Scott as founding members of Cowboy and Randall as Capricorn sideman extrodinaire. All of them enjoyed notoriety then, and have continued to practice their craft successfully for years. This coming weekend the trio will be barnstorming across Alabama in three dates, 3/5 in Montgomery, 3/6 in Mobile and 3/7 in Tuscaloosa. Randall and Tommy will also be appearing in Roswell, GA for two nights on March 13 and 14. Magic happens when old friends gather with their instruments, so take advantage of the opportunity to see and hear some southern music history ! Who knows, they might even regale you with a sordid tale from those halcyon days....

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Harold D. "Red" Drew's fine coaching at the University is highlighted by his being selected 1952 Coach of the Year, by defeating, by the highest number of points ever scored in a bowl,
The Crimson Tide's opponent in the 1953 Orange Bowl Classic, by guiding the Bama team to the SEC Championship in 1953, and appearing with that championship team in the Cotton Bowl in 1954.

I got the Killer's LAST MAN STANDING CD today.

First cut knocked my Mr. B. in the dirt.

& the little booklet~ so kewl!

I want my 20 year old son, Christopher, to meet your Daddy.

Please let me know how that can happen.


by Bad Company

If I hear you knocking hard up on my door
Ain't no way that I`m gonna answer it
'Cos cheating is one thing and lying is another
And when I say it`s over
that`s it I`m gonna quit

Now I ain't complaining, just tryin' to understand
What makes a woman do the things she does
One day she`ll love you the next day she`ll leave you
Why can`t we have it just the way it used to be

'Cos I`m a man, I got my pride don't need no woman to hurt me inside
I need a love like any other
So go on and leave me, leave me for another

Good lovin' gone bad,
good lovin' gone bad,
good lovin' gone bad and
Baby I`m a bad man

Good lovin' gone bad

Sunday, March 01, 2009


Saturday, March 01, 2003

Today I begin my endeavor to explore the connection between Alabama and Cuba.

I have already burned up most of the afternoon but I have made some incredible discoveries.

Ariande, Canimar, Pantonia, and Heloisa.

These are plantation names from the Canimar River area of Matanzas,Cuba.
Pantonia is my latest discovery.
It may have been an Innerarity family plantation in Cuba.
It is mentioned in the Innerarity Family Papers at the University of West Florida in Pensacola.

Another important discovery which occurred this afternoon was the history of the land title to the city blocks on Mobile's waterfront which now contain the Adam's Mark Hotel, AmSouth Bank and the City of Mobile parking garage.

Benito Caro's family lived in Pensacola, Mobile and possibly Cuba.
When he died in about 1814 or 1815, he owned most of downtown Mobile from Royal Street to the river.
Caro's son in law, Daniel Duval, bought this property from Caro's widow and heirs in 1821.
When Duval died in 1824 he owned the area bounded by Royal Street on the west,
by the Mobile River on the east,
by lots belonging to Lewis Jordan on the north and
on the south by lots owned by James Innerarity, John Innerarity and
the estate of John Forbes( all three of these men left heirs and plantations in Matanzas).

After Duval's death in 1824, his widow Catherine Caro Duval had
four illegitimate children by Mobile businessman, Philip McLoskey.

Around 1828, McLoskey sent Catherine and his four illegitimate children to Cuba.
These children,born between 1824 and 1830 were James McLoskey, John McLoskey, Victoria McLoskey and Phillip McLoskey.

The irony here is that James Innerarity also had illegitimate children in Cuba.

James' Cuban plantation was named after his first wife, Heloise.
He may have married Laura Manuella Centenno, a Cuban.
Their son, Frank Innerarity was born in Cuba in 1832.
The other four children Innerarity had with Laura were born in Mobile.
These children did not inherit from Innerarity.
I also found the Forbes Purchase case, Mitchel vs. United States(1835), on the Web. Click on
This concludes my first installment of Cuba, Alabama.

Robert Register

Photo of Marshal Hagler by Martha Jane Patton

Tommy Stevenson published an excellent obit for Marshal on his blog at the T News. Check it out:

I want you to buy Marshal Hagler's photographs.
All of them.
If you can't afford to do it yourself, get some on your well-heeled daytrading buds to pool some bucks and make the acquisition. Barring that, I call upon Richard Scrushy to uphold the rock 'n roll tradition he used to espouse by peeling off some pocket change to obtain for his personal enjoyment a fabulous trove of Alabama's musical heritage.

Back when alternative journalism really was alternative, Marshal Hagler was a sultan of snapshooting in these parts. Though he often put on light shows at Tuscaloosa concerts, he was better known as a photographer of musicians.

In October of '65, Marshal shot The Kingston Trio performing at Foster Auditorium, and from then through the mid-80s, there was scarcely a name act blowing through North Alabama he did not capture on film.

He shot with a degree of craftsmanship that could have gotten him into Rolling Stone or Creem, but Marshal's work customarily wound up in periodicals with circulation more anemic than Strom Thurmond's. I first worked with Marshal on a monthly called HIGH GUAGE whose staff had much more idealism than journalism; Marshal's shot of Jimi Hendrix, The Allman Brothers and The Band were always the best part of the paper.

We worked together subsequently on Barry Whitcomb's BOLL WEEVIL and Ben Burford's SOUTHERN STYLE, when Marshal was shooting at venues whose names evoke the era of classic rock: The Wooden Nickel, Brother's, The Old Town Music Hall, the late lamented Louie Louie and Tuscaloosa's Chukker, a bar with patrons so clannish they call themselves CHUKKER NATION and kept up with each other years later through a newsletter Marshal edited.

Marshal snapped cult favorites like Steve Young, Randy Newman and Karla Bonhoff. He caught marquee names at their apex:The Eagles, The Grateful Dead, Springsteen, Led Zeppelin. He got everybody from Buffett to Yes and he still has the negatives, 8500 in all, plus maybe 300 color slides. The list of artists and performances represents not just a Who's Who but a When's When of rock 'n roll.

This goody bag is up for grabs because its creator can't heft the Hasselblad anymore. I received email recently from Uncle Marsh- he's not my uncle; that's his screen name- and the tidings were not so good. Apparantly, adult onset diabetes has stove him up and tapped the till, provoking this photographic warehouse clearance. He has shopped his holdings to some of the larger photo houses in the trade but serious offers have not been forthcoming. Which is why I mention all this to you.

I was thinking about pop history even before I heard from Marshal, because last week I heard that nefarious natural causes had claimed two other fringe heroes of Tuscaloosa's recent past:
Joe Whigham and Ron Norris. Don't bother searching the chronicles for this pair. Joe Whigham was a cinamatographer, a professionn being made anachronistic at this moment by modern digital methods of putting pictures on a screen. Videotapers are a dime a dull dozen, but when you wanted to shoot big-screen Panavision with an auteur as quirky as they come, Joe was, I believe, the only Alabamian ever to be on a first-name basis with Elaine. Or to want to be.

When the '60s came down to continental divide-Establishment versus anti-establishment- Ron Norris was precisely poised between. A short-haired engineering student, he found his friends among the freaks and imperceptibly his life path veered off the straight and narrow into the wild and trammeled landscape of the counterculture.

If his life had been a TV movie, Ron would have wound up back in the corporate world after his dalliance, chastened and nostalgic. In real life, Ron turned his blown mind to computer way ahead of the PC curve and wound up a top-flight consultant living on the Gulf Coast and driving a much better car than he would have ever rated in the straight life he forsook.

Joe Whigham and Ron Norris had good heart which just quit beating. I mention them now because history will not. I remember them in the crowds at many of the concerts Marshal Hagler photographed and, just as a photo holds a musician timeless in its grasp, I recollect Joe and Ron in a decade more hopeful than this one.
I trust Marshal will be able to sell his archives.

We are learning, as has every generation passing before us, that memories gain value when those who make them leave us.

The House Faye Dunaway Was Brought Up In In Bascom

Mr. Bill versus ARMAN!


Me & Christopher in '99 after getting the award from the State of Alabama Engineering Hall of Fame

A Wasp Nest Attached to a Praying Mantis Egg Case



62 Inch Mean Old Hateful Baby From Cape San Blas


I don't care ha about your past
I just want ho our love to last dee
I don't care darlin' about your faults huh
I just want to satisfy your pulse


When you kiss me
When you mess me
Hold my hand
Make me understand

I break out - in a cold sweat

Ho! Uh! Ho!

I don't care about your wants
I just wanna ha! tell ya about the do's and don't's
I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' ha!
I just want huh! to understand me honey


When you kiss me
And ya miss me
You hold me tight
Make everything all right

I break out - in a cold sweat heh!

C'mon now
put it, put it where it's at now
Let him have it