We're probably
not alone in this, but every March there seemed to be a certain happy, mellow
vibe in the air here in NYC. A feeling we've always ascribed to one thing: the
Allman Brothers were in town. It’s not like we were big fans or anything—never
had the pleasure of seeing them live, unfortunately—but there was just this…you know. And “In
Memory of Elizabeth Reed” seems to capture it perfectly.
The Brothers
disbanded three weeks ago after a 45 year run, playing their last show at their
beloved Beacon Theatre where, for 10 consecutive nights or so every Spring, they held court for more than 20 years. Gregg Allman once said that while Georgia was no.1 in
their hearts, NYC was a close second. Right back at'cha.
