Happy Music Monday! Today we've got a late goodbye to a guy who did an awful lot for the Southern rock sound. RIP Gregg Allman.
This signature song plays on classic rock radio all the time, in a variety of different forms. Gregg Allman wrote it with the help of his roadie, then broke into a studio to finish it. What more do we need to say here? If that was where he stopped, it would have been enough. And yet, it's not where he stopped. He still did more.
How can we limit it to five? And yet, four more, comin' right up.
Gregg Allman was 21 when this song was recorded. What were you doing at 21? No, don't think about it. It'll only depress you.
I grew up with this song on the radio during my classic rock phase, and it only really hit me last week that it was from 1988. That opening guitar tone should have clued me in.
This famous video features something else Gregg Allman had a hand in creating: his son with Cher. Watch for the twelve-year old in sunglasses.
I'm ending with this one because it's easily my favorite Allman Brothers song. But there's plenty more Gregg had a hand in. Post your tributes in the comments below and let us RIP the man together.
Let us just remind you: some images come from the corresponding Wikipedia page and are here under fair use. See you next week.