Another midnight rider down, anyone who has ever dropped a tab of acid or put a little blotter under your tongue owes a great debt of gratitude to the Allmans. Even those that never did can still appreciate the unique, soulful rhythm and blues that spanned generations. There is no feeling like cruising at highway speed anywhere with nothing but mountains and clear skies and all of a sudden "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" from the Fillmore comes on, it's the closest thing to a religious experience one can have outside of a real religious experience. Although Butch Trucks, Duane and Berry died tragic deaths I hope Gregg's passing was peaceful, rumor has it he was in hospice. We mark time in many ways some by our relatives passing away, grandchildren being born and friends dying way too young like buddies in war (In honor this Memorial Day) also we are made conscience of the fact that our own time is marching on, time waits for no one as they say, by the passing of guys like Gregg who wrote the musical score for our youth and as we see them pass away into the shadows it reminds us, I can only speak for myself here, that we too are on that, hopefully, slow walk into the sunset. Savor each and every day, drink it up like good bourbon and NEVER utter the words "I should have...", get on that bike till you can't.
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