Butch Trucks was the one constant highlight. Whatever incarnation of the band, he was the one who got the crowds wigglin’. And “crowd” is the key for me. There was a meat ‘n’ spuds quality to the early Allman Brothers jams that appealed to the stoned-out Montana college-era parties I attended. The outfit was never the same after the loss of Duane, and after I moved East I pretty much stopped playing Allman sides and assumed they would just be an ever-fading chapter of the past.
Then in 2011, Gregg Allman released Low Country Blues with perfect production from T Bone Burnett and accompaniment from Dr. John. Age had finally turned Allman into a moving bluesman. The fun from the old days seemed more real. The Allman Brothers formed into a rounded story, not just a chapter.