Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means I'm leaving my woman behind.Tuesday's gone
with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.
And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.
with the wind.Tuesday's gone
with the wind.Tuesday's gone
with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.
Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.
The Toler -Townsend Band:
Dan Toler To Be Interviewed on Kix Country by Sonny Edwards
If you love great music, you will want to tune in to
"Down Home Cookin"
Clear Channel Port Charlotte -
Kix Country PM Drive/Americana PD - today, Friday, August 28th at 7:00 PM (Eastern Time), for his in depth interview with "Dangerous"
Dan Toler, and get a preview of the brand new
I've heard it, and believe me, you don't want to miss it. Toler's inventive and intricate guitar riffs weave a magical, musical web around Johnny Townsend's soulfully electrifying and inimitable vocals. The songs are mature, sophisticated at times, raucous and rocking at others, always engaging and masterfully crafted. They will move you in a variety of ways, but they will move you.
You can also listen in online at: http://www.wikx.com
the Southland, Peace
I've wondered over the years how many National Guardsmen under my father's command went to the middle of the Mojave desert, to Fort Irwin, California, in the Fall of 1961, due to the Berlin Crisis, and how many of them are left.
Dad was Battalion Commander of the 1/131 Tank Battalion, based in Ozark, with four other Company's in Opp, Andalusia, Troy, and one other that escapes me. I was 12, and recall most of it well, accompanying him to bi-monthly drills, each at a different Company, playing around in tanks, and being treated with great respect by hundreds of Guardsmen in each place. Well over 900 men took that journey, lasting 10 months, most of them quite young. A few brought their young families, if they wanted, as well as all the Officers, and their families, but most were left in the Southern Alabama area, waiting for their return.
Many would have children later, and hear of the "journey to the desert", a story not unlike all the war tales my father told me, about Korea, and World War Two, both of which he was involved in.
Lt. Col. Louis S Davis died in 1990, age 74, and was buried in Quitman Georgia, with full military honors.
Louis S Davis Jr.Robert,
Kinda got off on a Google search and ended up at your blog. Found some interesting and nostalgic stuff there. Amongst all the stuff about really good Alabama bands, I saw several missing...along with some very good musicians. The Phatons out of Pensacola always blew me away! They had the nearly blind guitar player named Ford...incredible. Nonetheless, I enjoyed your blog and reading the posts of others.
You seem pretty knowledgeable about deep South rock of the 60s and 70s and have quite a few friends that should know a lot ... they were there. Then, I thought to myself....it's a stupid and self-serving game but....
Does anyone know who I am?
I started playing rock in a small south Alabama before the Beatles came to America. The Misfits was the name of the band and Tommy Wyatt was the bassist. Tommy later went on to play with the James Gang, did quite a bit of work with John Rainey Adkins, and I was told (though do not know for sure) he was a bassist for Beaverteeth at aone time.
My first post-high school gig was with Tommy and a much under-rated guitarist/singer named Jerry Stinson. We played a little club outside Dothan, AL called the Oasis.
Later, I again joined Tommy Wyatt with Wilbur Walton Jr and Marvin Taylor in the James Gang. I also played with Wilbur in Blackhawk....Lamar, Tommy, Carl, Wilbur, Kenneth, Krushev, me....David Adkins came and went...who wasn't in that band at some point...and it only lasted part of the summer at PC?!
Tommy Wyatt and I were also in a band called Green Cheese, a band John Rainey Adkins took a liking to and arranged for us to cut several tracks at the old Master Sound Studios in Atlanta. Members of the band besides Tommy and me were Hugh Cline and Paul Jones. We cut several tracks, needing only to add vocals and a few riffs, when legal problems derailed the entire project and it was never finished. During this time, I also cut a couple of tracks with some of the Candymen. During this time, Green Cheese fronted the Candymen on a few occasions. Say "hey" to Robert Nix and Dean Daughtery for me if you see them. By the way, Dean and Jerry Stinson go way back.
I worked briefly as a session musician in a smaller studio in Muscle Shoals studio called Widget. The job was dependent upon my being able to assemble an entire session band....joining me were Paul Jones and Hugh Cline from Green Cheese and a young bassist I met in Dothan named Ken Griffith. Hugh didn't stay long but a local guitarist took his place.
Probably the best band I ever played in was Whitewater, the house band at the Flamingo Club for a while. Whitewater was Jerry Stinson on guitar/slide guitar/vocals, Jimmy Miller on guitar/vocals, Paul Jones on keyboards/vocals, a young but really good bassist out of Enterprise, AL named Ed Cain and me. The repetoire was incredible...the chemistry was great. Wonder what ever happened to old Ed...he was really good.
Whitewater morphed into the Mason-Dixon Band. Hard rock wasn't Jimmy Millers preference in music and Jerry Stinson had problems of a personal nature that side-lined him. Replacing these guys were James Brown on guitar/flute/vocals, Lewis Crawford on harmonica/percussion/vocals and Bruce Dailey on lead guitar. I left the group in 1974.
I knew Norman Andrews and Bubble well....Howard Martin, longtime guitarist for Norman was a good friend. He is missed as is David Teddar, a great drummer. Only recently learned that Norman had passed. Lots of those folks have passed....Tommy Wyatt committed suicide in Atlanta while living with Wilbur Walton. Charlie Silva. Bruce Dailey.
Donnie Gums ("Gummy") was a pal, too. I knew all the Candymen...some better than others...and worked with a few of them. I knew quite a few of the more notorious musicians from those days.So....who am I?
Remember the Virginius; forget the Maine
I have started in forum La N. C. above theme since I'm
prety well sure that there's a lot of shit inside those fantastic (full-up
of contradictions ) web sites chiefly that one SPANAMERWAR
sponsored with PUBLIC tax-payer money and incredibly shared
with that of the family of admiral CERVERA, slaughterer of the
VIRGINIUS crew according to the testimony of the Cuban reputed
historian Emilio Bacardi Moreau.
Basic mathematics would be enough to send them all to jail.
Should had there been only one willful non committed navigator in the
world reading those fables the matter would have already exploded.
Right there lies the problem.
Since it looks like you happen to be the only one in the United States
recording questions like that would you mind telling me if any inheritor
of the crew may have approached you requesting clarifications,
demanding investigation etc.
please allow me to stand anonimous for the time being.
http://books.google.com/books?id=djWejRORM8sC&printsec=titlepage&source=gbs_navlinks_s#v=onepage&q=&f=falseLIFE OF CAPT. JOSEPH FRY, THE CUBAN MARTYRhttp://www.latinamericanstudies.org/fry.htmhttp://brokert10.fcla.edu/DLData/CF/CF00001583/file20.pdf
This pdf file has images of the pages of the book, Life of Captain Joseph Fry, The Cuban Martyr
Here is the portion of the book that describes Captain Fry's actions during the Battle of Blakely on the Tensas River:http://americancivilwar.com/statepic/al/al006.html
"And now commenced a scene of unsurpassed
coolness and bravery. The Morgan was a wood-
en vessel with flush deck; every man was visible
from his ankles up. Her position was about one
thousand yards from the enemy's battery, which
was mounted with Parrott guns, and counter-
sunk under a hill. The men all appeared self-
possessed, and worked like true soldiers.The
officers appeared as cool and collected as if as-
sembled for inspection, while Captain Fry walked
leisurely fore and aft, seeing everything for him-
self, and encouraging his men by an appearance
which I for one could scarcely
appreciate at the time but which, as I now look
back at it, was truly magnificent.
Pretty soon the Federal battery 'got range'
on the ship, and then their hits were frequent.
After one hour and a quarter's fight, the forward
division was reported out of ammunition. Then
in a few moments more a report that a plank
had been ripped out of the ship's side just at the
water line and that it was impossible to plug
the hole. Quick as thought, away went guns
(rendered useless for want of ammunition) and
chain-boxes to the port side, to lift the unpluggable
hole out of the water.(ed.note:now there's a place in Alabama
to do some underwater archeology) Ten minutes
more, and the after broadside guns reported out
of munitions, and only two more shells for the
seven-inch after gun left on hand.
These reports came thick and fast, and this
last one convinced Captain Fry that it was time
to quit the fight, and try to save his ship, crip-
pled as she was, and his men. He ordered the
last two shots fired, and that we should then
quit the action.
Here I must be permitted to relate two
incidents/one of which shows how invariably Cap-
tain Fry thought of others before himself, the
other brings forward his great coolness in mo-
ments of extreme peril.
When the forward division was reported out
of ammunition, the men had nothing to do but
to lie around decks taking the enemy's fire.
One of the men was carelessly leaning against
the foremast. Captain Fry, noticing his position,
touched him gently on the shoulder, saying,
"Don't stand near that mast; you run a double
danger, for you may be splintered"— risking
the danger himself while warning the man, who
quickly and thankfully took his advice, and
stood away from the mast.
When — after one hour and fifty minutes'
fight with this battery, a crippled ship under his
command, and nothing left for offense or defense
— Captain Fry had determined to back her out
and had given orders accordingly, his executive
officer (a brave and efficient soldier, whose tal-
ents and bravery, if the occasion offers, will add
luster to the achievements of the khedive's
, seeing the almost desperate condition of
things, approached him, and touching his hat
said, " Captain, I suppose we shall slip the cable,
sir?" The men were all standing looking
toward the group of officers, when the captain
answered, "No, sir; weigh the anchor, as usual!"
Hearing the captain's cool reply, his crew gave
him three rousing cheers, which could be clear-
ly heard by the enemy, and must have been
strangely incomprehensible to them, coming, as
it did, from what they could plainly see was a
disabled and sinking ship.
The Morgan hauled off, and was so badly
crippled that she could not be repaired and got
ready to return to duty until the evening of the
evacuation of Mobile, when she went over to the
eastern shore to watch the movements of the
enemy, and cover the retreat of our river trans-
ports. We then ascended the Tombigbee River
to Demopolis, and there awaited in mournful in-
activity the news of the sad ending of our long
A week passed, and we were ordered to re-
turn to Nana Hubba Bluff to surrender our ship,
Only one incident of this too sad part of our
history will I relate. I would not mention even
this were it not that it speaks of him whom we
have loved and lost in terms more emphatic
than any words that might be used by his eulo-
gists. I have always spoken of Captain Fry as
the only man I ever knew of whom I thought
that danger could never present itself to him in
such a shape or so unexpectedly, as to startle or
unnerve him. The following incident will, I
think, tend to prove the correctness of this
On the morning of our surrender, at about
six o'clock, I was seated in the captain's room in
his cabin. He was still in bed, and the men
were washing down decks in order that the ves-
sel might be in presentable trim for 'Messieurs
Les Yankees! All at once a most terrible noise
was heard overhead, as of big guns upsetting,
and trees and branches crashing through the
ship. It was evident, that through the fault of
the pilot, we had taken the wrong side in pass-
ing an island in the river, and that we were
taking the woods for it.
Captain Fry called
out,"Tell them to back her!" I rushed to the
hatch, but the ladders were up on deck, as it was
washing down decks. No resource was left me
but to call with might and main to the men on
deck, which I did, but in vain. These same men
whom I had seen, a short week since, face death
in battle with such bravery and coolness, now
that danger came upon them so unexpectedly,
and in such a novel shape, were livid and spell-
bound with fear ; they paid me no heed. Sud-
denly I felt, first a hand and then a foot upon
my shoulder. Then I saw the captain go up
through the hatch, all undressed as he was, seize
the deserted wheel, ring the engineer's bells, to
stop her,and disengage the ship from her peril-
But the old Morgan was sadly worsted in
this, her last encounter, her wheel-house torn
away, etc.; and when, a few hours later, we
passed her into the hands of her new masters,
they did not appear to think that they were re-
ceiving the surrender of a ' first-class frigate.'
The officers and men under the command of
Captain Fry, on the Morgan, almost adored him
during his short stay with us; and their respect
for his gallantry, and reverence for his strict in-
tegrity in all things, were such that those little
short-comings in the commissary line which hun-
gry soldiers are sometimes guilty of, and which
were often winked at by commanding officers,
were carefully hidden from him, as all well knew
that no amount of privation could induce Cap-
tain Fry to look with a lenient eye upon either
the wrong done or the doer thereof.
One little incident of the surrender of the
Morgan, not mentioned by the foregoing narra-
tor, illustrates the characteristic trait last men-
tioned. Previous to leaving the vessel Captain
Fry made a personal inspection of every article
belonging to the ship. Finding one spy-glass
missing, all work was stopped, and search for the
missing glass instituted. This proving fruitless
for some time, the captain informed both officers
and crew that not one man would be allowed to
leave the ship until the spy-glass was accounted
for. After holding out for some time, one of the
men brought it to the captain, saying that he
had found it secreted in the bore of a cannon.
The surrender of the Morgan was reported to
the Federal government as the only vessel re-
ceived with "all her property intact."
Captain Fry himself said of the surrender of
" If I had not been obliged to obey
the orders of my superiors, I would have fought
my vessel until she sunk, and would have pre-
ferred going down with her to surrendering her ;
but as I was forced to deliver her, I would not
disgrace myself and my flag by performing my
duty in any way unworthy of an officer and a
The following testimonial from the Command-
ing General of the Department of the Gulf con-
firms the opinion of his character expressed in
the preceding pages: —
'' Captain Joseph Fry, late Confederate Navy.
"My dear Captain: In April, 1865, while Can-
by's army was attacking Mobile, I did what I
could to have you placed in command of the
Confederate gunboat Morgan, because I es-
pecially desired that that boat should be com-
manded by, a bold and enterprising captain;,
and because my observation of you during
your service at Mobile, and also the concur-
rent testimony of your brother officers of the
navy, satisfied me you were the proper man to
meet that desire.
" Your conduct while in command of the Mor-
gan fully sustained your reputation, and satisfied
me that you were justly entitled to the high
character you bear.
" I am, with great respect,
"Most cordially yours,
"Dabney H. Maury"
A similar testimonial from Admiral Raphael
Semmes was also found among his papers.
After the surrender of the Morgan, Captain
Fry returned to Mobile on parole, on board the
steamer Southern Republic, and a few days
afterward went to meet his family in Georgia.