Friday, October 01, 2010

Had a rockin' GOOD night with the blues crew from THE ALABAMA BLUES PROJECT. They had their main fund raiser tonight @ THE JEMISON MANSION & the music, the art, the food, the drink & THE LADIES were SUPERB. Ran into MICHAEL PALMER & he gave me some copies of the new issue of his SOUTHERN TIMES of GREATER TUSCALOOSA MAGAZINE which includes the illustration he did with Lee's postcards. KEWL!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Hey y'all~

It's FLORIDA WEEK & thangs are jumping in ZERO, NW FL !

Please forward any reminiscences of Mitch Goodson & the K-Pers (a.k.a. Kapers, Capers) to me

I'll make sure it gets to THE OXFORD AMERICAN.

All I know is that two of the K-Pers , Kenneth Griffith & Lamar Alley, are now deceased & anything we can do to preserve their memories will be appreciated by their friends and families.

This is an incredible opportunity to get the word out about DOTHAN MUSIC!



I was given your contact info by Keith Glass. I am currently researching music for our upcoming Alabama Music Issue. We were trying to hunt down this super-obscure Dothan-based garage band that I can’t seem to locate anywhere. Have you ever heard of The K-Pers? Keith seemed to think you might be the man to ask. If you have any info you could pass along, that would be very helpful. I haven’t been able to to find a single lead at all, and that’s quite unusual at this stage in the game.

Any other great but underappreciated garage acts you think we should check out, please pass along.

Thanks for your help!


Natalie Elliott
Editorial Assistant

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Don't smoke anything out of the bag of the cat who designed the psychedelic poster. He messes way mo' thangs up than just the word reunion.

David Adkins, Mitch Goodson, Frank Tanton

The balloons were donated by the good members of my senior class.
These beautiful gold balloons most certainly were not donated by
the absolutely awful, sick minded & demented
SORRY BASTARDS of the DHS Class of '68
stone cold refused



Mitch Goodson

David Adkins on Guitar & Carl Adams on keyboards (ed. note: Carl is the brother of DHS Sr. '68 Jo Ann Adams who came to Cowboys Sunday afternoon to see Mitch & the Capers rock the crowd!)

Mitch Goodson & The Capers Making Their Magic!

image courtesy of cindi

Lamar Alley,Carl Adams, Mitch Goodson, Wayne Andrews and Frankie Davis.

image courtesy of cindi
MITCH GOODSON & THE CAPERS (please help us ID these cats)
Lamar Alley. Wayne Andrews, Mitch Goodson, Carl Adams and Frankie Davis.
(UNCERTAIN ID not the responsibility of rbiii

L to R: Mitch Goodson,Jeff Peacock, WILBUR, ROCKER
, Jimmy Dean, Terry Collins, Buddy Buie


I'm sad to say, my old friend, and fellow musician, Kenneth Griffith, passed away today at his home in Dothan... When Kenneth didn't show up for our "Monday Night Jam Session", Carl Adams, and Mitch Goodson went to his house and discovered his body... They said he appeared to have died peacefully in his sleep... I met Kenneth in High School and we played together in several bands over the years... Kenneth was a gentle soul with a sharp wit, and tremendous talent... He will be missed...
Frank Tanton

The first time I ever saw Kenneth Griffith play was in an old radio studio above
Hugo Griggs Carpet Store
about a block east the old Houston Hotel
that a lot of bands used for practice. I don't remember who all was in the band, but I believe Lamar Alley was the guitar player and Wayne Paulk was the singer. They did a hell of a rendition of "Kansas City." The year may have been 1968 or 69 or 70?????

I remember Kenneth playing around with a fretless bass.
I had never seen a rock & roller play bass like that. Prior to that, I had only heard Jaco Pastorius, a Brazilian jazz musician in Flora Purim's band play fretless.

It was almost like hearing someone play a slide bass, only with fingers doing the slide rather than a steel or a bottle.

A really haunting sound.

Kenneth was a hell of a bassplayer.
J. Hodges

H, Robert.
I sent you an email the other day, but I’m not sure it ever went to anywhere you could see it. I’m the Kenneth Griffith who’s in several of the pictures that Frank Tanton sent you and that you posted on your blog. I was an original member of Beaverteeth and Strawdog. I also played with Wilbur in a group called Blackhawk in the early seventies, and I played with Mitch Goodson and the Kapers in the mid-seventies.

As a charter member of Beaverteeth, I got to spend time at Studio One in Doraville when Buddy Buie was building the studio and putting the ARS together. At that time Rodney Justo was the singer, and Ronnie Hammond was an assistant engineer. They also had a great saxophone player who was one of the writers of ‘Spookie.’ I’ve forgotten his name, but he never became a member of the group. All that was pretty impressive stuff for someone like me.

Anyway, I’m trying to find a CD of the first Atlanta Rhythm Section album. My old vinyl copy is too worn out for me to make my own copy. I see where Buddy Bui posts to your blog, maybe you could put my request out there and someone will know where I can get a copy.

Thanks for the help. I bookmarked your blog, so you can count me as a regular visitor from now on.


THE OLD DUTCH TAVERN, 2801 Hwy 98, W. Panama City Beach Fla. Phone 234-2102

Looking through the ads at the end of the '67 Corolla brought us this gem. If you remember C.F. Stiles or Betty Koehler, please contact "Cuba,Alabama" and please, please, somebody forward this to Mitch Goodson! (ed. note: Mitch played at the Old Dutch when he was a child!)

I just got off the phone with Mitch Goodson. He is going to drop by the
shop and I'll get Frank Tanton, Doug and David Morris, David Adkins and
Jimmy Dean's brother Robert Dean
, who booked all of us during this period,
over and if we can hold it in the road long enough we'll try to get some
straight info, well, we'll have straight info until a wheel runs off. Mitch
has been disabled for some time now but brought up his working for three
different owners at the Old Dutch. His parents would take him to work there
when he was fifteen.
He said Lamar Spence of the Impacts helped him get in,
The Impacts, there's a flash from the past.
Mitch also had two recordings
make the Billboard Top 100.

We also need to see if WBAM archived any of the Big Bam Shows during this
Period. I know Larry Coe played several concerts there as did all the
aforementioned pickers with the exception of moi.

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 18:31:35 -0400
Dothan Magazine

Sorry I haven't gotten back to you til now. I am having problems
getting emails out on my regular email . We will be
glad to send you the article and photos from the magazine. I will get
my Art Director to send it Monday. If you will give me your mailing
address, I will be glad to put you on the comp list and also send you
copies of our first issues. Thanks for the history info. We started a
regular history feature in the last 2 issues and plan to continue as long as
people are interested.
I too have some early roots in music. I grew up in Notasulga (between
Tuskegee and Auburn) and went to school with Marvin Taylor
.. and was
friends with Kim Venable... naturally was a big fan of the K-Otics. Later
had a booking agency and night club in Auburn (Village Attractions).
Buddy helped line me up with some concert acts including ARS. We helped
Wilbur Walton

put together a group (of Dothan guys) and they stayed
with us in Auburn for over a year. My partner in the Auburn agency was
from Columbia and used to play with Mitch Goodson & The Capers in high
Didn't know if you knew it or not, but Bill J. Moody from WBAM days is
now working as sales manager in Dothan for The Radio People, a group of
stations here. We plan to do a story on him in the near future.
I appreciate the mention of the murals in Dothan. I have been on the
Mural committee ever since we started it. We do have a Music Mural
penciled in on our list of future murals. We have been trying to find

that would bring us some financial help, but I feel sure that we will
get 'er done sooner or later.
Let me know if I can be of any future assistance. Keep up the good work
with your site!
Robin Rainer

"Psychedelic States: Alabama in the 60s, Vol. 1" also includes Dothan's K-Pers performing "Red Invasion" from ' 68; Tuscaloosa's The Omen and Their Luv performing "Maybe Later"; and This Side Up playing "Why Can't I Dream"[according to my files, This Side Up included Ronnie Seitel, Frank Friedman and Art Shilling].
The K-Per's "Red Invasion" is also featured on an album entitled "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah: 28 MegaMania and Elusive ' 60s Garage Punkers."

Steamhead Records out of Germany is selling an ASCOT 2205 45 of Dothan's James Gang performing "Right String But The Wrong Yo-Yo" and "Satin and Lace". Jeff Lemlich discovered that "Wrong Yo-Yo" by The James Gang made it all the way to # 46 on Miami's WFUN the week of March 25, 1966. Any information about Wilbur Walton Jr. and The James Gang will also be appreciated.

If any of this stuff jogs some memories let me know.
posted by roberto

Monday, September 27, 2010

SINCLAIR Map From '64

I already made a speech at Kiwanis. Back in '65 @ the Houston Hotel. Frank Moss Gaines got me out of school & took me down there to tell about going to Philmont Scout Ranch in Cimarron, N.M.


If they was any way you could work ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA or "robertoreg" into yo' speech, it word showl be 'preciated, Mittuh Buddy.

Since the show Sept. 10 Google results for "robertoreg" have gone from 2400 to 2720.
That's a lot of new links in only two weeks.

Please keep me in mind at Kiwanis.



After my email blast last night, I got this from the Alabama Record Collectors:


Just a note to say thanks for the recognition! We saw an immediate surge in visitors after you linked our article on the Ramrods. We’ve forwarded this information to Chris Bishop so hopefully he will be including the Ramrods on his site.

If we can help you in some way please let us know. Thanks again!

Robert Ellis

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Robert Register Just bought my tickets online for both Atlanta Rhythm Section shows on Sat., Oct. 9 @ Talladega's RITZ THEATER. Don't know where I'll be staying but I'm looking forward to visiting Mt. Cheaha on this trip. It's my understanding that ARS is doing a live recording of both shows.

Click below for an excellent history of THE RAMRODS & THE JAMES GANG:
I thought you might be interested in this. Frankie Bethea sent me this site.
Bill Hanke

Robert Register Today S.T. Bunn repaved Univ. Blvd. through campus. I'm sure they'll
restripe it tomorrow. THE QUAD is as immaculate as Disneyworld so all
those sorry stupid YANKEE bastard Florida fans oughta feel right at home
neck SATTIDDEEE before having to eyewitness what unfortunately
happenzzzz when you mess with THE INVINSIBLE ...SPIRIT OF THE CRIMSON

Robert Register It doesn't matter to me that I never participated in Dothan High
football. It was enough for me that in the Spring of '65, Miss Ray let
me sit up on top of the towel cage of the girl's locker room at Young
Jr. for an entire day and watch every girl in Young Jr. take off her

Robert Register Met Jamey Johnson back in March. I mentioned Enterprise & he said he
didn't know squat about Enterprise. Said the only reason he was born
there was because his Daddy hated ALL the doctors in Troy. Well then
& there we plotted to steal THE TICK. So next time you hear that
somebody stole the weevil off the top of the mon...ument, just go ahead

John Christopher Young Register

down to the banks of the Warrior.

The odors as we walk down the hill from River Road change with each step. John is the first to notice the tiny toads hurriedly jumping away from our muddy trail. There are no footprints. John and I are the first ones to come down since the flood.

Creek warriors fought the Choctaws for this riverbank. The Muskogee Nation claimed as far west as the east bank of the Tombigbee but they were lucky just to get Choctaw permission to stay on the east bank of the Warrior. A few city blocks from the river birch log upon which I sit, Chief Eufaula humbly made his farewell address to the Alabama legislature in 1836. He was about to take a long walk to Oklahoma.

Bald eagles once nested on this riverbank. Maybe they will nest here again. Maybe one day we can sit in a restaurant on the crest of River Hill, clink a few ice cubes together and watch the sun go down through eagle's wings.

There are no boats on the river this afternoon. I sit here and supervise my son's Tarzan tricks. He is climbing upon the leaning trunk of an old willow tree that stretches out over the water. I make him climb down and then wade out to check the bottom for trash. He points to the willow limbs above him and asks,"Can we build a tree house there?" I don't answer him.

He walks over to me and exclaims,"Daddy, look what that beaver did! He tore down that whole tree with his teeth!"

"What kind of tree is this?," I ask.

"I don't know. I sure don't know."

"Look at the bark."

He peels some off and says,"It seems like it's paper."

I say,"It's named after a place we used to take you when you were a little boy."

"River Birch?"


John goes back to the willow tree and again climbs out over the river. He counts his footsteps. After twenty-eight steps he asks,"Should I go any farther?"

I don't answer. He goes out three more steps. "You're gonna bust your butt!," I yell.

"I'm not trying to. You know how I learned to climb so good?"


"I watched Discovery Channel."

"What does the Discovery Channel have to do with climbing?"

"The monkeys. But I don't climb exactly like them. I move slowly."

I hear the traffic on River Road. The noise never went away. The novelty of the Black Warrior caused me to ignore it for awhile. I wonder how many people think about the river as they drive by.

My son had now penetrated the sandy peninsula that juts out into the Warrior here at the mouth of Marr's Creek. He is building a fort with logs deposited by June's high water. John returns with a piece of driftwood. "Look at this cool piece of driftwood, Dad."

I have now changed my desk. I did this by moving my clipboard from the beaver-downed river birch to the leaning willow. My son prepares to climb out on the willow once more. He needs to get by me. "Daddy! Daddy! Excuse me, Dad," he says politely.

I move back over to the river birch and John climbs all the way out to the very end of the tree. He calls to me,"Hey,Dad, look at me!" He gathers leaves in his hands and drops them into the water. "Daddy, why do people always say, 'God help me' ?"

"Well, 'God help me' is just a part of it. What they mean to say is, 'God, help me to do it.' 'It' being whatever they're trying to accomplish."

"I don't get it."

"Let me put it to you another way: God helps those who help themselves."

"So you have to try to do something before God can help you to do something."

"Rome wasn't built in a day."

"Oh, I get it. That's what we pray for each morning."

"That's right son." I sit on my river birch and John sits on his willow branch. Both of us look out over the river.

I yell, "Let's go, Buddy."

"Dad, will you bring me here tomorrow?"

"I don't know, son. We'll see. We'll see."

My Daddy, Earl Register, is the second one from the left.

"The Old Pro" is his early twenties.

"I LOVE PEOPLE"- and there is the index to the character of Dothan's Dr. E.F. Moody. Here he shares his "secret", the inside of his private desk, cluttered with pills, powders, tablets and small bottles and boxes of medicine. This candid photo of the beloved physician was made as he started a routine day- at 9 A.M. to end sometime after midnight.(Eagle Staff Photo)
THE DOTHAN EAGLE,Sunday, December 8, 1946
Dr. E.F. Moody, Man Who Loves People, Is In Turn Loved By Untold Thousands
by Nat C. Faulk

There are people who will fight if they hear an unkind word about Dothan's Dr. E.F. Moody. But these brawls never happen. It isn't that his admirers go around with a chip on their shoulder-it's a case of no one having a reason to say anything unkind about this benefactor of humanity.

Dr. Moody, white-thatched, unhurried, patient, gentle, and as good as they come, is something of an institution. In the hearts of thousands he sits upon a pedestal. And if ever a man has lived to see a monument erected to him, it is Dr. Moody. The monument is not of bronze, marble or stone. It is a living and warm thing. It is moulded of respect, affection and even adoration that stretches from here to yonder.

Some one has said that Dr. Moody didn't have to study medicine to become a doctor, that the sight of him, the softness of his drawling voice, and the cheering twinkles from his eyes have healing power. There must be some truth in that statement. It is heard so much.

Separating Dr. Moody from Dr. Moody the man, Dr. Moody the physician, and Dr. Moody the surgeon, can't be done. They are inextricably one. They make him the institution that he has become in 43 years of medical practice- all of it in Dothan where he has ministered to untold thousands of sick people.

When Dr. Moody was born on Oct. 22, 1880, his parents lived in Gordon where his father, Dr. F. I. Moody, practiced medicine. But his birthplace was at Haysville, Ga., in Early County. Haysville was actually a plantation where his mother was reared and she went home for the event. That accounts for Dr. Moody being a native of Georgia.

The Moodys moved to Dothan in 1889. In 1896, after he had acquired all the schooling available in Dothan, the young Moody who was to follow in his father's footsteps went to the University of Alabama. After two years at the University, he enrolled in the medical school at Tulane University, graduating there as a doctor in 1903.

The elder Dr. Moody had died in 1900 and there was work to do for the new Dr. Moody. He started then and hasn't let up since.

At the outset Dr. Moody had patients all over town, some of them in boarding houses. It was difficult to operate because of lack of facilities. And though there was, as Dr. Moody recalls, "prejudice" against hospitals, he decided he could render better service if he opened a hospital of his own. Along about that time, Drs. R. D. and W. B. Blackshear, brothers, had a small hospital but there was room for another.

Dr. Moody bought a small building where the Moody Hospital now stands and that became his hospital. He added the first wing in 1919 and has been adding at intervals since. At one time, his hospital was the largest privately owned hospital in Alabama and probably in the entire United States.

And now, after 43 years of practicing medicine and 33 years of operating a hospital, Dr. Moody couldn't tell you how many babies he has welcomed into this world, how many sick people he has attended, nor how many operations he has performed. "Babies never were my specialty," he says,"but I've seen and helped many of them arrive." His patients and operations run into "the thousands and thousands."

He couldn't tell you how many. But he does know he has treated grandfathers and grandmothers, their sons and daughters, and their grandsons and granddaughters.

Dr. Moody follows a pace that would be killing, except he is in love with his work. He has stopped making calls, leaving those to other doctors, but if it is one of those old friends who is sick- well, they know and Dr. Moody knows that the old friend will be taken care of.

"I don't get up at night anymore," Dr. Moody says. Actually he would be hard put to do that. Most of the time he doesn't get home until well after midnight.

Surgery, which appeals to him most as a physician, keeps him busy most of the day and well into the night. He arrives for work about 9 A.M. every day and sees 35 to 50 patients. In addition, he sees every patient in the hospital. Even if the hospitalized person isn't his patient, Dr. Moody goes in to say "good morning" and solicitously inquires about the patient's progress.

This "making the rounds" takes more time than you might imagine. There are friends and relatives of patients in the hallways and when they stop Dr. Moody to talk,well, he stops and talks. It's part of his nature. He doesn't, he couldn't, pass up anybody. And in 43 years of practice, you can get an idea of how many people know him.

Dr. Moody doesn't have much time that he can call his own. But on weekends, he hides himself to his cottage on St. Andrews Bay, Fla. There, as he explains it, "I do nothing, absolutely nothing." In the summer, however, he alters the routine of easy relaxation to roam over the bay in a motor boat.

He doesn't have any hobbies, he wouldn't "have time for one anyway." He has belonged to the Lions Club, the Elks Club, the Masons and the Knights of Pythias.
"But I couldn't be an active member," he says, "It's hard to get away any particular hour." He belongs to the American Medical Association, the Alabama State Medical Association, the Houston County Medical Association, and is a Fellow of the American College of Surgeons.

There years of practice unquestionably have kept Dr. Moody a busy man. He admits it by observing he has been as active as any man in the State. "And I'm sure I have seen as many sick people as anybody else."

And what does he try most to do when he sees a patient?
"I try to be sympathetic," he says, "And I am, because I love people."

Dr. Moody says it's a fair question to ask if he is ever going to retire. And the answer is a smiling "no."

"I have no intentions of retiring," he says, "I wouldn't know what to do. If I came into the hospital and didn't see a crowd of people in the lobby waiting to talk to me- why, I'd be lonesome."

Such is Dr. E.F. Moody, the man who loves people and by them is beloved.

Dr. E.F. Moody 1880-1952

Dr. Arthur Mazyck, Dr. Moody's son in law and the man who delivered me into this world

Little Robertoreg

'74 Passport Photo

Memphis 1978

Thursday, Sept. 23, 2010 was the the BICENTENNIAL OF THE ADVENT OF THE
Baton Rouge on Sept. 23, 1810. This was the first successful CONQUEST of
Spanish colonial power in THE NEW WORLD. The last place the Spanish
Crown held was Cuba & that ended with the Spanish American War.
Fidel's Daddy came over from Europe to support the Spanish in that

This oughta blow some minds...


Robert Register Marsha had me subpoenaed to testify against P. for beating her up. The deputy served the subpoena to me in the lunch room at Central West in front of the entire student body. When P. saw me with my subpoena at Municipal Court, he plead guilty. Back then Municipal Court was a metal desk and a bunch of folding chairs. Look at it now.

image courtesy of Frank Tanton
Sound Check- Tanton, Lamar Miller, Rodney Justo

Jerry Rubin's March 1968 cover of THE BERKELEY BARB

Monday,May 4, 1970 front page

image by Dan Meissner


August 1994