from the Coastal Empire
|Burning one tonight for Brother Gregg Allman,I'm trying Trying to find my Baby Lord wont you please come home to me..Brother RIP you are home.from HEMLOCK |
|My deepest condolences to the entire Family: Blood relatives, Sweat relatives, Tears relatives.|
To everything there is a season.
from dothan, alabama
|Thank you Gregg for the incredible music and the memories. Brothers are now reunited. Rest well. |
|Sat., July 17, 1971 at a friend's summer party I first heard this amazing organ music coming from the living room. I immediately stopped talking in mid-sentence to go and find out who this band was. The song was Hot 'Lanta and it was on a new album called The Allman Brothers Band at Fillmore East. I was hooked. Almost exactly one year later, July 13, 1972, one of my older sisters took me to my first live concert, The Allman Brothers Band at Gaelic Park in NYC. Needless to say, I was blown away and became a lifelong ABB fan. |
Hearing the very sad news of Gregg's passing, I couldn't help but think back to the first time I heard the unmistakeable sound of his Hammond B-3 and when he did sing, that distinctive and beautiful voice. Gregg's voice and the Brothers' incredible music has truly been the soundtrack of my life in so many way.
This has been a tough year already for fans of this great brotherhood; Brother Butch, Brother Bruce and now Brother Gregg. Godspeed and thanks to you all for bringing so much joy, happiness and love to so many of us for so long. Peace.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out , and loudly proclaiming..."Wow, what a ride!"
|thank you for riding with me for all of these years. you will be missed |
|Thanks for all the great music, Greg. |
May your Road go on Forever!
|Rest in paradise, Gregg. Thank you for the jams, and wonderful memories of my days in North Carolina. |
|When I heard the sad news I cried a thousand tears. I am a man of 65 years but Gregg Lenoir Allman was my main man and I took it pretty hard. A day has passed and I can now reflect on the pleasure the ABB gave to my musical soul. I live in Australia now and only saw the band live twice. Knebworth in England where I am from and New Orleans Jazz fest . This group moved my musical mind when I first heard them back in 1970. from a mighty good blues band that eventually turned into the Southern Rock band with a pedigree of amazing players and a plethora of great albums, I have a long row of them. Gregg was a giant in his trade great organist guitar player and vocalist. Despite personnel changes he soldiered on with the ABB and performed solo never stepping off the pedal. I am still hurting inside, he was a true gentleman. Warren Hayes expressed so well what this man meant to him and together,all of us thank God for the timeless music this man and the other brothers gave to the world. We love you Gregg God Bless.|
|Thank you Gregg Allman for being the co-founder of Southern Rock, my favorite genre of rock 'n roll music. You made a big impression on me and I'm grateful. Best wishes to your family and friends. We all miss you, but I'm happy knowing you're rockin' out with your brother Duane up in Heaven. |
from New Jersey
|My heart aches. Hello old friends. Haven't been here in quite some time, but if there was ever a time to make a return visit, no better time than now to honor Gregg and turn back the clock just a bit and share some thoughts. Like so many others have stated, the friendships that were made right here because of this phenomenal music can not be underestimated. The countless Beacon shows and parties at the Hotel Beacon are among my greatest memories of my entire life. I owe so much to Gregg, the Allman Brothers Band and all of you...|
...Where does the time go guys? Seriously, where does It go? It seems like just yesterday I was right there in there in the 10th row Gregg's side of the stage at the Beacon in March 2003 when they broke out "Layla" for the first time. Those crazy "Mountain Jam" sandwiches, those soaring "Dreams" when Derek took us to the stratosphere and back. Gregory's raw, soulful vocals making us feel his pain, his joy, his sorrow and his love. His B-3 providing a hypnotic swirling undercurrent. Warren attacking, shredding and making every note count. Oteil barefoot, bopping and holding down the bottom. Dickey's lightning, Woody's thunder and Butchie, Jaimoe and Marc giving us a wall of percussion which will never be duplicated. Jesus, what an amazing group of musicians. We really are a lucky bunch to have witnessed and shared so many incredible memories. We really have been to the Mountain top...
Gregory, you have blessed us more than you'll ever know. You weren't perfect, but you were perfect for us. You are a gem, a savior, a rebel, a prophet, a growling bluesman of which you really had no equal. The Road Goes on Forever...until it ends. I guess this is really it...the last crescendo, but the memories and the music will live on in our hearts our minds and our souls. Rest Easy Gregory... go in peace. The Midnight Rider once again reunited with Brother Duane. Play on boys!
Peace my friends
It's truly been a pleasure...
from Greensboro, NC
|Rest in peace, Gregg, rest in peace, brother. |
|My sincerest condolences to the family and brotherhood...our lives are forever richer for having been exposed to this music at this level. |
I cherish all of our relationships of the brotherhood over the years.
No one lives forever, no one at all.
"ABB = Duane,Dickey,Berry,Jaimoe,Gregg & Butch!"
+ a few very special roadies!