This shot of Berry Bailey and Ronnie Hammond of the Atlanta Rhythm Section was taken in 1975 or 1976, probably somewhere around Atlanta, where I was living at the time. These guys were great. Although known as consummate studio musicians, ARS always delivered the goods in their live performances. The performance I remember best and […]
Monthly Archives: June 2010
In a guitar-centric universe, we should not forget about the drummers. They’re usually poorly lit. They sit behind all that STUFF. And they tend to sweat. So here’s a shout out to Dixie. That’s former Outlaws drummer, David Dix, hitting the skins sometime around 1980 or a little earlier. Dave was last seen sitting in […]
The legendary Texas bluesman with his white Firebird performing in St. Petersburg, Florida sometime between 1973 and 1975. I was so fortunate to be taking pictures around the time of so many fine artist’s artistic and commercial peaks. Why does commercial success matter? Big stages and great lighting – that’s why.
Like everything else in Asheville, even the buskers appear to be local, organic and sustainable. Judging by the cash in the guitar case, these guys have sustained for another Saturday night. I think they call themselves Blind Boy Chocolate and the Milk Sheiks. Whatever they call themselves, they sounded pretty damn good.
This shot of Pat Simmons was taken in 1973 or 1974 in St. Petersburg, Florida. The Doobies were later to tour extensively with the Outlaws. Pat and Henry Paul formed a lasting friendship. Pat must be the generous type, and a very good friend indeed, because he gave Henry his 1966 Gibson ES-335 guitar. I […]
I get it. I can read my email. You want more Outlaws pictures. Here’s the plan. I will create four new galleries over the next couple months. Shots from the 2005 reunion, shots from 2006 through Hughie’s death in 2007, shots from 2008 to the present with the current band, and ancient history from the […]
Graffiti makes a good background for this urban image, which leaves me wondering. Is/was DREAM a person? Why the tribute? Who is Cynthia? I don’t wonder about the kid. That’s my son, Ben, walking into a dream. I thought the scene needed a person, so he walked back and forth a few times until I […]
Jerry Garcia Bob Weir Some of my friends mistakenly think I’m a Deadhead. This is probably because I was a borderline hippie (full-fledged hippies got more sex) and I’ve worn my favorite Ratdog tee shirt to a frayed shadow of its original glory. Don’t get me wrong. I do like the Dead. Always have. Just […]