Remembering Things Past

My Grandma gave me one of these when I was around 6-7. It was ok, sent off for the ants and all, but they didn't last all that long, maybe a couple of weeks. So I switched to large mayo jars with dirt out of the backyard and used those little red ants that smelled like soap.


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Derek & The Dominos, L-R Carl Radle, Jim Gordon, Eric Clapton (Happy 80th Birthday!), Bobby Whitlock, Ron Gersbacher (aka Ron Wray; US radio personality, producer from Syracuse, NY - WNDR), and Duane Allman. December 2, 1970, backstage at Onondaga War Memorial Auditorium, Syracuse, NY, US.
Photo courtesy of Ron Gersbacher.


Duane Allman was not an official member of the band, although he did participate in the production of Derek & The Dominos' album "Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs." Allman and Clapton only appeared on stage together for three shows in the US, one on October 15, 1970, at Rider College, Lawrenceville in NJ, December 1, 1970, at Curtis Hixon Hall in Tampa, and the next day in Syracuse at Onondaga War Memorial Auditorium.

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Derek & The Dominos, L-R Carl Radle, Jim Gordon, Eric Clapton (Happy 80th Birthday!), Bobby Whitlock, Ron Gersbacher (aka Ron Wray; US radio personality, producer from Syracuse, NY - WNDR), and Duane Allman. December 2, 1970, backstage at Onondaga War Memorial Auditorium, Syracuse, NY, US.
Photo courtesy of Ron Gersbacher.


Duane Allman was not an official member of the band, although he did participate in the production of Derek & The Dominos' album "Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs." Allman and Clapton only appeared on stage together for three shows in the US, one on October 15, 1970, at Rider College, Lawrenceville in NJ, December 1, 1970, at Curtis Hixon Hall in Tampa, and the next day in Syracuse at Onondaga War Memorial Auditorium.

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Duane should have stayed off that murdercycle.

Look at Bobby Whitlock….stoned, or mid blink?🤣

He played on one of my favorite albums, All Things Must Pass, GH. Wrote songs too, Bellbottom Blues among others.

Great pic, T&C. One thing in my life I feel really good about is living and growing up with so much good music**. I’m not sure when it was in my life I lost touch with contemporary music, but it’s been at least 20 years. I have an eclectic taste in music, but I think I’m stuck in the past, when it comes to music.

I don’t mind.

** ALL generations think this, I’m sure..
 
Duane should have stayed off that murdercycle.

Look at Bobby Whitlock….stoned, or mid blink?🤣

He played on one of my favorite albums, All Things Must Pass, GH. Wrote songs too, Bellbottom Blues among others.

Great pic, T&C. One thing in my life I feel really good about is living and growing up with so much good music**. I’m not sure when it was in my life I lost touch with contemporary music, but it’s been at least 20 years. I have an eclectic taste in music, but I think I’m stuck in the past, when it comes to music.

I don’t mind.

** ALL generations think this, I’m sure..
Berry too, he died on a motorcycle around a mile away from where Duane perished. I'm the same, I haven't heard anything in a long time that is newer, that really catches my ear.

Stoned or mid blink? Flip a coin haha

The real story here is Jim Gordon though, it's a sad and troubled one all around.

"In 1983, he entered his mother’s house and began to attack her with a hammer, crashing it into her skull four times before grabbing a knife and stabbing her repeatedly, the final time with such force it pinned her to the floor. Soon after her resulting death, Gordon was arrested, charged and convicted of murder, and spent the next four decades in prison, before dying this past March at 77. Over the years, several prominent articles have been published that tried to trace the outlines of Gordon’s story, ascribing his heinous act to an undiagnosed case of schizophrenia that forced him to hear voices and experience hallucinations. Yet only in Selvin’s new book, Drums & Demons, does the reader get a feel for the full horror of his disease and the mess it made of his mind. “In one of his hallucinations, he thought he was in a jail cell that was on fire,” Selvin said. “To me, that was a metaphor for Jim’s whole life. For him, life was a jail cell that was always on fire.”

 
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