The Allman Brothers Band - Blue Sky (Eat A Peach, February 12,1972)
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- Опубликовано: 5 июл 2012
- The Allman Brothers Band Blue Sky (February 12,1972) Eat A Peach LP
Eat A Peach For Peace
Dickey Betts wrote this about his Native American girlfriend, Sandy "Bluesky" Wabegijig.
Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.
Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere.
Goin to carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gregg Allman - organ, vocals, piano, electric piano, acoustic guitar
Duane Allman - (Left Track) slide and lead guitars, acoustic guitar
Dicky Betts - (Right Track) slide and lead guitars, vocals,
Jai Johanny Johanson - drums, congas
Berry Oakley - bass
Butch Trucks - drums, percussion, tympani, gong, vibes, tambourine 
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Who's listening 2024?. RIP Dickie Betts❤
Ayer estuve tumbado en la orilla de la playa, mientras escuchaba Blue sky y Ramblin man.
DEP Dickie Betts, tu legado permanecerá por siempre🎸❤🎸
Yes
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My wife passed away, we been married for 20 years, I promise to play Blue Sky, her favorite song. At the Funeral, my wife Shawnelle, she's native indian, at the funeral, the sky was cloudy and cool in the morning, when the Pastor was done, He turn the song, Blue Sky, the sun come out bright and the blue sky shine on! I miss you honey, love you!
omgggggg !!! ty for this post!
Sorry for your loss. I know how it feels. I'll never be the same, but this song gives me a lift. Sounds like you get something positive out of it too.
Lance Williams although we will never met or hell you may never see this I really hope life is going well!
Peace my friend...🙏✝️
Happy and sad at the same time for you brother
2024 who's still here
Man I listen to the ABB all the time it's the only way I can cope with life
I'm 61 js
Been here for 50 years till I die
I always thought of my two sons when the lines "you're my blue sky" "you're my sunny day" were sung. One week ago today, my baby boy killed himself. He was 32. We'll never be the same and I shall look for him everywhere for the rest of my days. Love each other, people. Nothing else matters.
Very sad for your lose!🙏🏻
I just liked your post... but then I couldn't just walk away. Having been through the pain of a suicide loss myself, I sincerely hope you are feeling better. You don't have to look for him everywhere... he's in the ~blue sky~
I just liked your post... but then I couldn't just walk away. Having been through the pain of a suicide loss myself, I sincerely hope you are feeling better. You don't have to look for him everywhere... he's in the ~blue sky~
I’m so sorry for this horrible loss.
I hear you,Dickie passed today,praise god,Dickie and your kid and Duane,and Berry,greg,and Butch,are hanging, now that's a blue sky,sunny day,coming your way. Lol
Memories of the great Dickey Betts. Thank you, brother.
❤
RIP Dickey Betts and thanks for the music
Yes Sir
It brings tears to my eyes, the beauty of it. I'm 68, and when I was a young teenager, I lived with my Grandmother. I would play this song and she would say, "could you play it again honey?" She passed away in the 80's. But whenever I hear this song, I know that she's here with me. I love you Mom. Thank you for your sage guidance. Thank you for loving me.🤗💋👄😘♥️
So sweet 😙😚
@@tom.hoffmann6585 🕊🌹🌹💛
@@nghandihede5928 THANKS
@@tom.hoffmann6585 🕊🌹🕊
You are kind😇
RIP Dickey 4/18/24 . Thanks for all that great music.🙏🎵
RIP Dickie 😢 you will be missed!
One of the greatest guitar solos in music history. So beautiful, so perfect.
Yes😊
Yes❤
One of the greatest country rock songs in music history, if not the greatest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes! It’s truly spectacular
The Allman Brothers could jam. They have a number of solos in their catalogue that are among the best ever recorded, in any form of music.
I know ‘Jessica’ is an instrumental but I consider the middle part to consist of a great electric piano solo. And what really gets me is that when they have you totally groovin on the piano, and you think, ok that’s ending, they change it up and seamlessly transform the piano solo to Betts just wailing on an extended lead guitar solo backed prominently by Greg Allman on the Hammond organ, and it just never lets up, and keeps going and going and washes over you in waves. It’s so expressive and memorable that the sequences of motifs and melodies might as well be lyrics.
I’m not a guitar player so I can’t comment on the technical difficulty but it sure sounds virtuosic.
Needless to say, it’s a personal favorite.
This is one of the most beautiful songs ever played
EVER!!
No question about it
You ain’t lying
you can get lost in it....
Most uplifting guitar solo I know of!!!
Turned on this song as soon as I heard Dickey had passed away. Before the song had ended, the clouds broke up and the blue sky came out. And to top it off, a cardinal flew by my window. I like to think him and Duane are playing together again with solid gold Les Pauls. But lighter than solid gold because they are made in heaven. My all time favourite song.
Im 63 and trying to enlighten my 31 yr old daughter about music..I dont really care if they listen to me I will still enjoy the best music ever
My dad loves the all man bro’s. He passed that onto me and my sis ❤️
I'm 63 and love the 60s and 70s music. That's what I grew up listening to. Keep on rocking!!!
Better since Haydn's hallelujah
THAN not since
Your daughter will love it trust me time will tell
My significant other always sent me this when he was away on the road. He died 6 months ago today in a motorcycle crash. I came to listen to feel his love.
Not many bands can pull off 3 short verses, one long solo and change your life.
Zach Alicea 2 long solos😊😊😊
@@djclay33 one from Dickey and one from Duane? in which point a solo ends and the other starts?
@@charlie172011 the solos are linked together...the A bros were so cohesive it's damn near impossible to hear it switch from Duane to Dickey. They harmonize together around 2:40 then Dickey takes the reigns!!!
@@samwiethe615 thanks!! I came to realize when it switches but I was wondering who plays what.
sam wiethe A seasoned guitarists ear can tell. Dickey’s bends and phrasing are distinct from Duane’s. Both are great, just in different ways.
Now Dickie Betts has joined the entire band and they're ALL together blue-skying up in heaven - Godspeed RIP DB...🙏 💔 🙏
Jaimoe is still with us. RIP Dickey
According to the word of god,there PROUBLY jamming elsewhere, Sounded like Greg did give his life too the lord,and got in at the midnight hr,no evidence the others did,someone thar speaks 50 different languages, and been too 100 different planets,should know that,Godspeed,love you brother. 😉
Mr Betts, thank you for such a wonderful song. I’m sure it’s much louder in Heaven tonight, with you Greg & Duane, all together.
RIP brother
Just wonderful, in August 2023, who’s still with me?
Yea, into 2024 !
Saw them live in 75 when Gregg was seeing Cher. She was there stoned and dancing side stage. Incredible show at the Oakland Coliseum Arena
Epic.
Yes indeed. RIP Dickey Betts.
@@Fritzw75 I saw them live in 1972, right after Duane got killed and Dickey took over.
The guitar solo starting with Duane, the the harmonies with Dickey, then Dickey's part and the final harmony ending... it is one of the greatest pieces of music ever created. If Aliens showed up and wanted to know what music was, this song is in my top five for what we let them hear.
what’s the other 4?
Dickey Betts best song I would play to Aliens is :"In Memory Of Elisabeth Reed". He wrote it in a graveyard.
Rush 2112
Thank you so much for letting us know. Once I read an Allman's Bros double album cover inside that described how to distinguish the two, but I forget what the descriptions were. Often Duane is clearly playing slide but not always
Yes, this song, and it’s guitars are magical.
Everyone should have to listen to this song once a day. The world would be a better and happier place.
Isn't that the truth 😁
Couldn’t agree more! If you aren’t smiling when you are done listening to this song there is a major disconnect in your soul.
This is my coffee in the morning... I can’t start my day without it.
Funny, I was thinking the same thing before I read your post. In fact, I'm listening to this before heading out the door.
Yep, it's going to be a great day!
I sooooooooo agree!
What a wonderful it would be !
Blue Sky will always be a masterpiece. I have to hold back my tears every time I hear this beautiful piece that will never get old!!!
Hey I love the Allman Bros and MBV too!
I feel exactly the same way about this masterpiece 929EXRT.
@@nosferatu7325 who doesnt
I never even try to hold back the tears. This song just brings such wonderful memories, and grateful perspective, to me...
Totally agree. I'm currently misty-eyed as I type this. It's beautiful.
Thank you for this happy moment, Dickey Betts. Sail on, good journey to you.
You know it's a good song when you don't want it to end.
You can leave it out on the counter. You can play it over and over. You can subject it to sunlight, wind, and rain. But this music never gets old. There is magic here.
I don't think I've ever read a comment more true. TY.
RIP Dickey.
I just started to cry when I heard the phrase "it makes me high when you turn your love my way" because it reminds me of when my mom was alive. She had Alzheimer's but at times she would smile and kiss me on the cheek. She passed in 2018, God I miss her.
Mine did many silmilar things during.her bought with Alzheimers..She passed in Jan 2017..Nothing is the same since.
@@johncozzi6939:
I agree 100%.
She was by far my most favorite person in the world.
My brother... 🙏💪
RIP Dickey Betts.... This album is one of my all-time favorites, I'll play it today in your honor. Thank you for the great music.
RIP Dickey Betts. Thank you for the great music.
Whenever I hear this song I don't know whether to smile and remember, or cry since it will never be again.
I miss the 70s. There was a lot wrong, but a lot right, and I was blissfully naive.
Rick Stevens we, that lived that time of Bliss had the exhuberance, that was all that was needed. And yes it was a beautiful time, becoming a pseudo- hippy, smoking Columbia s Best weed,and chasing the flower girl.
I'm tearing up a bit. Glad I took an extra day off!✌
I miss it too Doc
Amen Doc!✌
Yes, I too miss the 70's and all the bands and concerts and music was music
Today is 4/18/24
RIP Dickey Betts
Your music will live on forever
The most beautiful, tasteful guitar playing I’ve ever heard. Every note compliments the next in a way I rarely remember hearing in any other song. I’m not a musician so describing this is hard for me. When a song creates a vision that is so descriptive you can actually see what is being sung about it becomes incredibly moving. That’s the pure magic of music.Been giving me chills for 55 years now!
The greatest white blues singer that ever played to lean on me and dickey Betts complimenting each other
Just found out Dickey has travelled on…. Bless you brother for all the music.
Hearing this first time ever.
Incredible since I'm 60 and have been into rock all my life.
What a song.
It's one of the Allman Brothers' absolute best.
@@grantsmythe8625 agreed
It's never too late to experience true love.
You must not be from the South!
@Robert Evans That calls for a "Better late than never, Dr. Smith!" & no question, we all make some delightful discoveries or other at a later time than would have been liked to be sooner, but that you have done so, & are living to enjoy it, are uplifting themselves. I have this on now as I write, naturally, & I have shed a few drops with you in mind when "Good old Sunday morning" intones. Bless you indeed sir, may you live the longer with this superlative music imbued in your beautiful soul. 🤗🥲
The world lost a great one today. RIP Forrest Richard " Dickey" Betts. Born: December 12, 1943 .Died April 18, 2024.
My absolute favorite Allman Brothers song. My ex used to sing this to me and it represents such a happy time in my life. RIP Dickey. What a legend.
Waking up homeless in a parking lot this morning. I listened to this tune that connects me spiritually to my dad. I know he's out there somewhere listening too. Thanks for posting!❤🤗
BullCricket75 oh god does this drivel ever go away
I've been their. I would wake up on the concrete and immediately put on the grateful dead. If I hadn't had access to music at that time in my life I would have offed myself!! Keep your head up.
It will get better, sweetie.
🌷💖
Sorry to hear your homeless I get evicted tomorrow ugly scared shitlllrss
Sorry to hear that, I pray that the Lord will give you peace and direction.
EVERYbody I knew in 1972 loved The Allman Brothers and this song was a favorite. The Fillmore East album was on every turntable. What a great band.
Same here. I went to a boarding school and after the summer of 71 when I went back to my senior year I brought the double album live at the Fillmore with me and it was played until we had to get another one.
Rest in Peach Dickey 🍑
This is the song for my ex, who passed away from cancer a few years ago. It makes me think of her smile, long black hair, her laughter and just how good of a person she was. Bless you my, "butterfly ". Forever.
heaven on earth. ive never heard this without feeling high, uplifted, no matter where my life is at.
Dude you are so right
Same here man . Allman Brother has that effect . Great band . Timeless one could say .
No shit.
Amen to that!
Blessed Sunday Morning Peeps
Duane and Dickey. Don't get no better.
Nope. Best tandem leads to ever grace a stage. There will never be another like them.
@@blazer6248 Just my opinion, not necessarily anyone else's, but I think Dick Wagner (who's no longer with us) and Steve Hunter inherited their mantle.
MAGIC!
Thank you for 50+ years of the greatest music ever recorded and for the memories. Rest In Peace Dickey Gregg Butch Berry and Duane.
I can picture Duane Allman and Dickey Betts playing acoustically in the studio together in 1971. It's one of the most endearing guitar instrumentals a duo ever accomplished in a country-inspired song. It's hard to believe next year, Eat A Peach was first released 50 years ago when I was a sophomore in HS. 1972. Glory.
He is real Yes he is Jesus Christ Israel let's go to Israel together and heal the willing wall together wailing Wall Michael nadel is there he will meet you there not me You guys together will be boyfriend girlfriend You guys are the best time in your lives. You live there now. It's the best place on earth. Israeli and Palestine's heal each other because grateful Dead bands play their 24/7 and bales of marijuana dropped down all over the Middle East especially I ran in Tehran in the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea in Romania animadovia moldovia done see you there
I too was a sophomore in HS when this came out! Best fuckin music ever!!
I was a sophomore in HS in 1972 also. Those were some good times. I loved listening to the Allman Brothers and I bought the Eat a Peach album and listened to this very often.
@@gordondunn2891 excellent taste!
Glory to you Isabe and Alleluliah from a man in Wales
One of the greatest guitar solos ever...beautiful song.
What a beautiful song. My old high school chemistry teacher once said he wanted this song played at his funeral. I just heard he recently passed away; I hope they played it for him.
I want it played as my last song also
We're playing it for him right now and once more when it's over haha
I know this is very long ago but I hope they did and all my prayers to him and his family
The single greatest guitar solo in rock history.
There. I said it.
If this song doesn't make you feel happy, I don't know what will.
This song is among the greatest compositions ever. Duane and Dickie's guitar playing here is epic. We will never have tnis quality again.
+tom wray Check out reverbnation.com/craighendricks (all living room recordings he has posted), but great songwriter, he hopes one day to get a CD released... hope you check it out and leave him some feedback. He plays a lot of Allman Brothers covers when he goes out and gigs also.
+tom wray Amen too that Tom.
sadly you are so right !!!
+tom wray Hard to believe that this has been replaced with idiots spitting on a microphone
+tom wray There are plenty of hugely talented musicians out there, and some are even making a living at it, but just don't expect to hear them on the radio. Gotta go out and dig deep to find them.
Easily one of the most beautiful and uplifting songs ever written. The Allman Brothers personify the emotions of life better than anyone in the business of music.
Southern Blues/Rock at its finest. The Allman Brothers were truly a great band. Just great musicianship and outstanding vocals.
The Blue Skies of good ol' Dixie. Nothing better.
I’m 65 been listening to this jam since 72 never stop this is unbelievable
Blue Sky is one of my all time greats. I was so blessed to have grown up in Macon during the 70s. I was in highschool and attended Central High. The Brothers would often practice in a warehouse about 150 yards from our parking lot. We would sit out there and just listen to them jam and have fun. Needless to say we would miss a few classes,but, I don't regret those choices. Great Times and Awesome memories. RIP Gregg
that is awesome .!!!!!!
Bill you were a lucky dude 😀
I smell BS. By 1970 the band would have already released 2 albums and would have been touring, and Duane would die a year later. Not to mention 309 college street is nowhere near any high schools in macon. I used to live in macon too.
Bill Crandall bud you are a lucky man, that must have really been something
Wonderful story and piece of history. Thank you.
Who could hate this? You'd have to be dead inside.
This is a special song for me, because it reminds me of the greatest man I ever had the privilege of knowing, my grandfather. If you have a few minutes and want to read about a much loved dead man who did a lot of good in the world, read on, because I want to tell you a story, the story of a grandpa from the eyes of his grandson. I might get a little long winded with it, so I apologize in advance for the wall of text.
He was a good man, grandpa. A kind man. That's how I would describe him if I had to narrow it down to one word. After serving in the Navy, he married my grandma and settled down in the green rolling country in a big farmhouse with a wraparound porch. My little brother and I were lucky enough to spend a lot of time there growing up, I’d say almost half the weekends we were in school, and as often as we could over the summer and winter breaks. It was a bit over a 30 minute drive outside of town, out where life was slower. At a bend in the road, a long-abandoned farm implement covered with wild roses marked the driveway, the first half of which they shared with their next door neighbors.
Honeysuckle, blackberries, and ivy had overgrown the fence all the way up the long drive, and sitting at the end of it was almost always grandpa’s 1972 red and white Chevy pickup. The house itself was surrounded by green grass and sprawling, stately hardwoods, with a winding creek cutting through the back yard. There was a gnarled grapevine that grew along a wire between a couple of posts out back that grandpa waged a constant war with every "critter" within 10 miles over, and deep, earthy smelling beds framed with railroad ties up front, full of colorful shrubs and flowers like gardenias and daffodils. One of the neighbors kept honeybees, so the flowers were constantly buzzing with them. Azalea bushes dotted the yard, along with a couple of dogwood and magnolia trees. The front porch was a perfect spot for a cold glass of lemonade after you’d mowed the lawn or weeded the beds, and grandma had windchimes and hummingbird feeders set up out there by the hanging bench. The oak front door was solid and heavy, with a painted sailing ship carved into the outside.
Walking inside, it felt like a _home,_ like you were welcome and loved. Everything in it had a story, from the intricate little brass steam engine displayed on the mantle to the black and white picture hanging in the hallway of grandpa and his friends when they were young, smiling and waving next to the Eiffel Tower. Their chairs were set up next to each other in the living room, his a brown leather recliner, hers a smaller red fabric one. So many things in that house he made himself, like the railings on the stairs or the kitchen cabinets. He had a little man cave off to the side with a round window, and a sign on the door that said, “Pirates ONLY!” and he used to watch old movies or The Andy Griffith Show in there and "practice" on his banjo, which even as kids we could tell he couldn't play worth a damn. (But that didn't stop him from trying!) There was an antique cash register on a side table in there, the kind that went “DING!” and he would always make a huge show of paying us quarters out of it for doing chores.
The house as I remember it was always busy. They knew the mailman's name. That's just alien to my mind today. Who knows their mailman's name these days? There were family and friends coming and going all the time, especially in the summertime when he hosted the neighborhood fish fry out back. Something was always cooking in the kitchen, either for us or for the next door neighbors who were basically like family to them. It was a rare day when you couldn’t find either some homemade cookies in the jar, or a pecan or buttermilk pie on the counter. Grandma hosted bible studies and bridge games in the living room for her church friends, and grandpa liked to get his friends together for poker in the evenings, where, with reruns of “Gunsmoke” playing softly in the background, they'd crack inappropriate jokes and let us kids sneak sips of their drinks, if grandma hadn't already sent us up to bed, tut-tutting at everyone involved.
And not just people, but animals. They kept a few chickens out back next to the vegetable garden, so of course when we came over we got saddled with egg duty. I vaguely remember a goat who died when I was very young, and even after that he was a foster father for dogs for many years, so there were always dogs of all kinds coming and going, despite grandma's constant insistence that they stay outside the house. (Although she loved them too!) He cared for them all, and was always sad when he had to let them go. Eventually a collie/retriever puppy named Pepper stole his heart, and he decided that he was too old for more fostering, so Pepper got to stay. She had a spot on the corner of the front porch where the sun would shine in the mornings, and grandpa liked to sit out there with her when he drank his coffee.
His hands were rough, and he had a deep scar on his left index finger from when he almost lost it to a band saw. He had a patchy brown and grey beard, and was fond of scratchy flannel shirts and white pocket handkerchiefs. He wore brown shoes that smelled like old polish, a brown leather belt with a shiny brass buckle cast in the shape of an oak leaf, and he always smelled like cedar trees and tobacco. He carried a whittling knife and a lucky buckeye in his pocket, and it felt like everytime he wasn’t doing something with his hands, he was fiddling with one of them. He had this look that he'd give people, as though they were both partners in crime and planning some big heist. His bushy old-man eyebrows would wiggle and you'd see a twinkle in his eye, then he'd wink and give you a sly grin. Whenever he laughed, it was genuine. He'd cock his head to one side like he was really thinking over what was funny, then he'd throw it back and let loose this booming laugh that made everyone nearby want to laugh, too.
There aren't many hearts in this world as genuinely kind and compassionate as my grandpa’s was, although he might have disagreed with me. If you did something good, he'd be the first person to point it out and appreciate it. If you did something bad, he was right there reminding you that you were better than that, because he saw the good in you. I don't have a single memory of him getting angry with me when I misbehaved, and I assure you, I did sometimes. He was one of those rare people who could ignore the tough or angry or grumpy face you tried to put on and look right down into your soul to see everything that was beautiful in it.
He was madly in love with my grandma, and even near the end they used to put on a very old record and slow dance in their living room, and grandpa would ask me for pointers on his footwork as grandma laughed and told him not to make an ass of himself. "You didn't need any pointers the last time we danced, are you losing your memory, dear?" "No, darling, but sometimes I wish I was so I could fall in love with you all over again." At the dinner table, it wasn't uncommon for them to try to throw little pieces of food into each other's mouths with us sitting there watching, then giggle like school kids when they (usually) missed. Not very grandparenty at all, that last bit. Grandma is never without her Boston Baked Beans, they're her favorite candy. She had a small jar of them on the kitchen counter that she'd nibble from, and grandpa was always hiding it around the house with little hand written love letters taped to it. One time he handed me the jar with his note on it and said, "Here son, go hide this where your grandma will find it." So, being 6 years old, I immediately ran out to the shed and climbed up onto the cluttered workbench so I could reach the highest shelf, and stuffed it as far back behind all the tools and dusty boxes and jars of tacks as I could get it. Feeling rather proud of myself, I turned around to see grandpa standing in the doorway, smiling and wagging his finger at me.
He loved malted milkshakes, and had a much-used drinkmaster that he made them in. It was a tradition that when we came over, grandpa would have three milkshakes ready to go. Mom or dad would drop us off and we'd charge up the front steps, hug grandma at the door and drop off our backpacks, then, usually forgetting to take our shoes off, we'd fly through the living room and around the corner into the kitchen where grandpa would throw his arms out and yell something like, "HEY, YOU HOOLIGANS! WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING IN MY HOUSE!" Then we'd all get milkshakes to kick off the visit.
We were close, the three of us. He was always wanting to do things, especially going fishing. If there was nothing to do, we’d walk over to a nearby pond and cast some lines, or we’d get up early to drive out to the lake and spend the day on a small pier with a picnic basket grandma always packed full for us. He was friends with a crusty, cantankerous old charter boat captain who for some reason went by the name “Cornbread,” and we drove down to the coast a few times to charter his boat and go deep sea fishing on the gulf stream. If it wasn’t fishing, he took us camping and showed us how to make a fire, out for a day of target practice at the range, or down to the local bar with its perennial bunch of friendly regulars so he could teach us to play pool. He even took us up to the mountains to go skiing one time, although by then he was too old to do any skiing himself.
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I honestly thought grandma was going to have a heart attack one time. I had been upstairs trying to do my homework for the weekend, when I heard grandpa yelling outside. I ran downstairs and my little brother was standing in the back yard looking sheepish, covered head to toe in mud from the creek. You could see his teeth and the whites of his eyes, and the rest was mud. Grandpa was almost crying he was laughing so hard as he got the hose out. Then he stopped, and that familiar twinkle came into his eye. "Actually, boys, I have a better idea." Half an hour later, all three of us were covered in mud, laughing our butts off and throwing clumps of it at each other. When grandma got home, she was, to put it mildly, not happy. But it was worth it.
Like anyone, of course, he wasn't perfect. His relationship with my dad was never the best, although there was love there. Apparently he was dismissive of my dad when he was younger and tried to pigeonhole him into the sort of man grandpa thought he should be. He was hard on him to the point of meanness, and wasn't supportive of my dad's ideas, so this caused a lot of resentment and bitterness, but never open hostility, at least not in front of us kids. My dad was always a little standoffish about anything to do with grandpa, and for the most part just let us kids do things with him. I'm told grandpa mellowed significantly in the years leading up to my birth, and that he regretted how he raised his son. Dad was into the Allman Brothers Band in the 70's, and so grandpa had a lot of his old records that he didn't take with him. Unlike a lot of dads, he actually listened to his son's music and tried to appreciate it even though he was a bit before its time, I now suspect out of a desire to reconcile or atone. One that he really liked was the "Eat a Peach" album, and it wasn't uncommon to hear it playing out in his work shed as he was puttering away at some project, with Pepper hovering underfoot and wagging her tail. This song, Blue Sky was his favorite. To this day I can't hear it without thinking of him. It makes me think of the smell of sawdust, and that happy-go-lucky dog.
He used to take us both to the barbershop in town and we'd go get ice cream afterwards, and he always paid the lady behind the counter for an extra cone, for the next customer. You remember stuff like that when you're a kid. You watch it and learn from it, which is, I think, maybe why he did it. He always got peach ice cream. Every time. He’d take one lick then say, “Boys, I do believe I’d walk 20 miles in no shoes for peach ice cream,” to which we usually groaned and went, “We know, grandpa!” I remember one time we were on our way to the hardware store for who knows what, and he stopped to help a random family with their broken down car. He couldn’t get it to start, and it turned out they were on their way to a wedding, so he insisted on giving them a ride to the church, and my brother and I had to ride in the bed of the truck! He got their phone number and a few days later he made a point to call them and see if everything worked out. He was like that.
On Sunday mornings, Grandma would make sure we were presentable, then the four of us would go to church. Sometimes there’d be a potluck afterwards, sometimes we’d go to this hole in the wall bbq restaurant with an older couple who my grandparents were friends with, and sometimes we’d just go home and relax. I remember one weekend, we had wanted to go to the lake on Saturday, but we got rained out. So before sunup on Sunday, grandpa crept into our room, already wearing his smelly, tattered fishing vest covered with lures and doodads, and quietly got us kids ready. The three of us had made it down the stairs and were almost to the door when we heard, “And just where do you boys think you’re off to?” Grandpa winced like he’d stubbed his toe and turned around real slow, to find grandma standing at the top of the stairs in her nightgown, with her arms crossed and tapping her foot. Needless to say, we ended up going to church, and the lake had to wait until next week.
He had a beat-up walnut rocking chair on his back porch, and his tradition was to sit in it every Sunday evening to “give the week a ponder.” When I was born, he made me my own toddler-sized chair. Every few years he'd make me a slightly bigger one, and my brother would get the hand-me-down, until finally he made us both chairs the same size as his, which were regrettably used for only a few precious evenings. We used to sit out there on his back porch in the evenings together, as the sun sank down over the horizon. He'd crack open two root beers and one regular beer, plunk down a big burlap bag full of in-shell peanuts and sit there slowly puffing on his pipe, (he was a Sir Walter Raleigh man, for those who want to know) looking out over the world and happy as a clam. Pepper would pester us for a while, wanting to play fetch or just see what we were doing, but eventually she'd settle down next to grandpa, and he'd smile at her and call her a good dog. Sometimes we'd listen to bluegrass, sometimes we'd listen to the Allman Brothers, and sometimes we'd listen to nothing but the wind through the leaves and the frogs and crickets chirruping away down by the creek. The fireflies would start to twinkle out in the trees, and once the stars came out, if we were very lucky, he’d be in the mood to tell a story or two.
On our weekend visits, Monday mornings were always the worst. Grandpa would wake us up at the crack of dawn by sitting in the chair in our room and trying to play his banjo. Grandma would feed us something filling like biscuits or grits, then give us our lunch bags and a peck on the cheek, and grandpa would drive us back into town and drop us off at school. Every time, just before he drove away, he'd say, "Don't you kids take any wooden nickels, you hear?" He'd say that every time with a big goofy grin, even when we were both older and just rolled our eyes. After that it was back to life as usual, like time had sped back up.
Then one day he was just… gone. His heart gave out on him as he was getting up after breakfast. I’m told that he was dead within minutes, and that as heart attacks go it was a relatively peaceful death. Grandma was inconsolable, and dad had to be the rock for all of us. At the graveside service, the sun was up and the sky was blue. The birds were chirping, and I remember immaturely and sadly thinking that it wasn't fair for the world to keep on having beautiful days like that when he was dead. When the men in white uniforms folded his flag and handed it to my father, “on behalf of the President of the United States,” the man completely broke down. Suddenly, he wasn't my father anymore, he wasn't a grown man still bitter over the way he’d been raised. He took it with shaking hands, looked down at it, then crumpled in on himself and sobbed like a little boy who’d just lost his daddy. I have never before or since seen him like that, and I dread the day it will be me in that chair. The casket went down into the ground, and now all I have of Grandpa are memories.
Now that he's gone, the world feels like a smaller place. There aren't many people like that anymore. Boys need father figures to guide them into men, and I am proud and grateful that one of my role models was a man like my grandfather. I wish I could have known him longer. Those calm evenings in that back yard with my grandpa, those are some of the happiest memories I have. I hope that one day I'll be lucky enough to make more with my own grandkids.
Absolutely beautiful. read it all. you were Blessed. Thank you
I loved reading this remembrance. Thank you.
Such an amazing story of life, love & lessons along the way. I am a reader & I am a writer too, you my friend need to write a book! (If you haven’t already 🥇) Your heartfelt words that you’ve shared with all of us literally took me along with you on the journey of every beautiful incredible step of the way. The ivy, the honeysuckles, your grandpa’s facial expressions, your little rocker chair, being handed down to your little brother until all were of the same grownup size- the dogs, Pepper, you & your memories are all now forever imbedded in my mind & I guess my heart too. 😉 Thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful part of your world & for allowing us to come along for the ride. As I said I am a writer but my number one passion is music & I am a singer songwriter musician - which brings me back to my old original point in life: music is the one singular key to unlocking so many doors. Most of all, our hearts & our minds. Music is the Universal language that ALL people can feel & enjoy together., regardless of what you look like, where you grew up or how you grew up- it bypasses languages & even religions, it spans beyond borders & moves like a spiritual bridge that can quite literally make millions of people (complete strangers) feel a power, a rise, a level of consciousness & harmony without a single person uttering a single word- just all in the moment of the music that envelopes our ears, our hearts and our minds- THAT is magical. There is nothing quite like it but once you’ve felt it, once youve experienced it, it never leaves you & the best part is you can share it again, & again & again with others who will also feel it too. It is with music as it is with words- all that come from the soul. Life is song, our stories the lyrics, & the loving memories are the music……. ✌🏼 & 💜 my peeps
@@Ranewolf Thank you for your kind words, Sherry! I truly appreciate that you took the time to read my story and get to know my grandfather, because that's how he lives now, in memories. Also, I completely agree with you about music. I believe that music is one of the most magical (in the real sense of the word) things that human beings have ever created, because it is the closest thing to a universal language of emotion we have.
Even though it's a bit cheesy to say it, I'm going to say it anyways, because this was one of my grandpa's favorite send-offs to people he liked, and his sense of humor was 90% cheesy anyways: "Let's hope the sunshine finds you smiling tomorrow, friend!"
I get goosebumps every time I hear this song it’s so beautiful 👍
It really is a very beautiful song. I hate so much of today's music. I don't even consider much of it as actual music. I'm very particular about what I listen to. I'm a colossal Jazz fan and play Jazz along with Gospel music on any of my fifteen harmonicas. The only true thing that keeps my sanity is reading sheet music and playing the music.
One of my favorite guitar solos of all time. It just flows like a warm Summer breeze.
Great song!
Beautiful!
@@kenfarner6664 did she delete?
So godly of you to keep using our dead sons name
georgia is a pretty state
I know Sandra Wabegijig (Sandy "Bluesky") who was married to Dickey and who was the inspiration for this song. The name "Wabegijig" is Ojibwe for "clear blue sky" and I know Sandy would love to hear that this song has deep meaning for you. God Bless you Lance Williams!
Meet Sandy down in Bradenton Florida. Classy lady
One of the most beautiful rock and roll tunes that has ever been or ever will be...
Probably one of the few songs that makes me cry out of the beauty of it. Don’t know if it’s because it takes me back to my younger days, maybe I think of people that aren’t here anymore. Either way this song never misses aim.
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You and me both, I feel this is played daily in heaven! They are still listening
My dad used this song on a home video from my childhood and although I wasn’t alive when it was popular, it is still a comfort song of mine ❤️
I turned 65 yesterday...God I wish Duane and the rest of them had of stuck around longer...so much left undone here...makes me cry. My sons get what these guys were all about
man than it's passed on, you did good!
me too friend, I'm 64 and remember the early Brothers
and what a torch to pass...it gets not better than this.
One way to look at it is they now are gone. I prefer to thank my lucky stars we had them in the first place.Hard to believe these were the songs that played on the radio. Parents commenting how this rock music didn’t hold a candle to the music they grew up with. Well mom and dad, it’s now called classic rock and loved by many generations. Loved my folks but music critics they were not ! My son loves this music and often comments how lucky we were.Amen
wayne moores I agree with ya, but he did more with his 24 years than most do with a lifetime!
My fourth great grandaughter was born today as this song was being played. Its a good world today!
Yes indeed. We all celebrate with you! Peace and great happiness to you and that great grandchild.
That solo could go on for at least an hour and I’d still listen to every second
And then play it again
Must've been an easier song for them to put together the band didn't do much singing in this one just jamming the instruments.
Clapton said that the Allman Brothers were the finest musicians around. I was never a big fan but never doubted their expertise and genius. I think Blue Sky was their finest work. It will stand the test of time, forever.
Clapton overrated- and overweight
@@texwiller4029 Grow up
@@paulfrombrooklyn5409 amen
@@paulfrombrooklyn5409 amen
One of the best rock blues albums of all time!
And one of my all-time favorite bands. True professionals.
One of my favorites. Came here to listen to this beauty and honor Dickey. Thank you for giving us some great music that will live on forever. RIP Dickey!
This song is one of my all time favorites. I could listen to it everyday and never get tired of it.
While attending the "Culinary Institute of America" 1974 in Hyde Park, NY, I was suspended from classes for having long hair not in a hair net. The dean said I could return if and when I cut my hair. While at the barber shop this song came on and made my day much brighter. I went back to the dorm and played my guitar for six hours straight in an attempt to learn the solo. Love this album
Lou Ruggeri so you cut the hair?
@Arpad Jones Let your freak flag fly.
The band of my generation, how lucky were we? Rest in Peace brother Gregg. Give your big brother a big hug. You did good.
djclay33 so true
So lucky to have everything we had back in the day
djclay33 Truely the most amazingly composed music ever.The Allman Brothers Band ❤️🎼
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Really
My wedding song! Sending it to heaven now to my friend and partner! Still love it!
My personal #1 is 1972, Blue Sky, Eat a Peach, Allman Brothers. That iconic double solo by Duane and Dicky. At about 03:50 they alternate a riff, then at 04:00 they play it as a soaring, perfect double solo. It was absolutely compelling. That was when it was Actually possible to Wear Out The Grooves, and it was a privilege to do so. Unforgettable 🙏💙😎🦋🌌
Absolutely amazing
The greatness of Dickey Betts on full display!!
"You're my blue sky,
You're my sunny day.
Lord, you know if makes me high
When you turn your love my way."
Im 21 years old and im really happy I found this beautiful song. This song reminds me of summer:
Beginning vocals is right when summer starts,
When the amazing guitar solo comes in, it reminds me of how beautiful and mesmerizing summer is,
Then when the second set of vocals come in, that's when summer ends and you forget how beautiful the summer was and need to listen again.
You son are wise beyond your years.....keep on keeping on. You're on the right path.🙏🐕🙏🎸🎸🐕🐕🐕
Brillante apreciación! 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
Nice way of looking at it
All of their music reminds me of summer and the 70's
I’m 6 years old and just discovered Waylon Jennings!
This song was written at the second Woodstock in Love Valley NC. I was 12 years old and lived four miles away. Never seen so many people swoop down on a little town in my life. Hippies as my dad called them, walked to a waterfall that my grandfather owned to take a shower. They were respectful asking each before they did so. I was too young to attend but we could hear the music in our yard. Those were the days 😊
When Duane comes back in after Dickey's solo, & you hear that uplifting harmony between these two epic frontmen, it's easy to get an idea of what the birds sound like in heaven. Rest well Barry, Duane, Greg, & Butch. Pray for Dickey brothers.
I had a wonderful friend named Susan Grant and she was always getting tickets for shows in the city so she got the tickets for The Allman brothers band lm pretty sure it was at Winterland great show!As I recall Marshall Tucker band opened for them.That Album has so many wonderful f ing songs on it!
Lord you know it makes me high when You turn your love my way.
RIP Dickey ❤️ I imagine he’s somewhere out there jamming with Duane once again 🎸
This song makes me so happy. Some of the most beautiful guitar playing ever.
Remember when this came out lying in the sunshine on the grass with a transistor radio.
One of my favorite songs of all time always get a good feeling from this song can't explain it it's so good
No fire ants back then .
If there were, I was so lost in this song, I didn't notice.
Iwas 12 when this song was a playin on the radio, fm was in its infancy I had a little am clock radio that I would listen to at night wls 89.9 heard let it ride bto , must of been about 1973 I think, it would lull me to sleep at night with the warm summer breeze coming thru the window what time to grow up, we lived on a road you count the cars on your hand that passed by during the day.
R.I.P dicky! For as long as I'm alive I will be listening. And spreading your songs to the generations that come after me!
38 years.
We had 38 years together.
It was a sunny blue sky day, when you turned your love away.
Damnit man, I miss you this sunny blue sky day.
Thanks for our Sunday mornings full of good tunes and times.
Lord I miss you Dale 💖
My Dad used to sing this to my brother and I when we were going to bed at night when we were little. When he passed away two years ago, two of his favorite local musicians sang this at his celebration of life. He truly was alot of people's Blue Sky!
this song never ceases to amaze me
Kurt Dahlke same every time I listen to it it’s like I’m star struck. I fall in love with it
I met my husband playing in a band. The band's claim to fame? They opened for the Allman Brothers before I joined them at The Decade in the Burgh. I want to go back to those days!
Listened to this in 72' at the grand old age of 15 .
Born and raised in England, and growing up with pop crap on the radio, this song changed my life in so many ways.
One of the most beautiful tunes ever written and played.
Can't still bring a tear to my eyes at 64 ,and yes I still have the original vinyl copy.
R.I.P. Mr Allman.
Exact same
There is hope for mankind. My nine year old nephew was in my car and I put this on The first time he heard it he said "Uncle, this is really good , who is it?. Turn it up and lets drive somewhere!" There are sane kids growing up in America today. : )
That's awesome! Kids now don't generally like "real" music.
***** Cool.
I'm 12 and i love all this music. You know, older stuff. Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin. I hate now days music. Nothing will be as good as that time period of music.
40 years ago I was a longhaired rocker... some would call me a "hippie" many law enforcement officers did. I moved from California to Detroit before I turned 20 years old. I saved enough $$$ to buy a cheap stereo and Eat a Peach was one of my first album purchases. I wore that album out and several replacements.
To this day, I get pleasure listening to Eat a Peach. IMO, this is the greatest RnR album of all time. "BlueSky" may be my favorite RnR anthem of all time. What a smile it put on my face whenever I was lucky enough to hear it. I'll never forget a plane ride I took from Detroit to Newport News, Va to visit a friend who was in the Air Force. Mr Bobby Reinhart... I will never forget the clouds that day, as far as the eye could see from my window seat. Blue Sky was blaring between my two ears. I'll happily take this memory to my grave. Thanks Duane, Dickey and the rest of the band!
Sweet memories...
great comment, brother.
God bless you.
Cheers!
It was early 70s and my sister came home to Georgia for a visit and turned me onto this album. I thought it was a riot that she knew about the Allman Bros. way out there and here I am in Georgia and had no clue! I ran out and bought the album and played it over and over and over. Not long after that, I found myself living in the same apartment as Sandy Bluesky!
That is so cool Elliot... please befriend me on FB>>> Randy Codd!
Randy Codd Sure thing, Randy.
Still here as one of the all-time greatest popular songs of all time. This miraculously written and performed gem does not get anywhere near the recognition it deserves in the media or the public eye! Thank you, Allman Brothers, one and all for this lasting legacy of your work! And may God bless the memory of Duane Allman, an unparalleled musician with a direct connection to the gods of music!
Such a beautiful song, brings back a lot of good memories. I was so young, just turned 13, full of hope and excitement. Where did the years go 😢
I dont know. They flew by fo sho. Great times. Great music
I cry literally every time I hear this. Thank you Dickey, Duane, and the boys. Simply timeless.
Sept 3, 2020, Our dad would be 76 today if not for MS taking his life 20 years ago but this was one of his favorite songs
This is as good as any song ever written.The Allman Brothers were as good as any band on earth.
I will never be tired of hearing this song after all these years
amen!!
Could not agree more! It is a timeless piece of exquisite musical expression. I will always be grateful that the Allman Brothers created such transcendant artistry and I have been alive to hear it.
Gregg: Hey Dickey how big is the solo gonna be
Dickey: *YES*
Mridul Srg lmao
That Was The 70s WAY! noodlenoodlelooo
Duane plays the first one, Dickie the second.
@@raygun1958How come? DA died on 29.10.71 This says it was February 1972. I love Allman Brothers, btw!
@@robinwilson1433 en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eat_a_Peach
My dog's name is Blue Sky. And, she definitely brings sunshine to my life.
All the beautiful memories shared in this comment section say a lot about the impact this song has had. True musicians doing it from the heart
They say there's a man for every woman and a woman for every man. There's also music for every Soul and this is for ours.
This song is so beautiful it brings me to tears.
Bridget please cry happy 😂😅
I am a great fan of guitar work in this song. Very few come close to it.
Thank god for youtube so that I can hear all these old Allman Bro's songs.
Madd Maxx don't you have every song they ever made? Why thank you tube?
You know everything happens for a reason Dwayne and Oakley always tragedy but what that does that enable somebody else to step out in the forefront dickey Betts fill that bill what a talented guitar player as well as a voice today we drink lots of lots of alcohol as usual in remembrance of dickey Betts as we listen to Allman Brothers songs all night long and dream on may God look after you in heaven as he did when he was on Earth
Duane Allman. incredible guitarist and slide player. The best of the best. He passed to young like Randy Rhodes. Duane makes that guitar sing like a bird.
One of my favorite songs.
Five minutes of pure pleasure.
Pure peach pleasure =::)
ROGER2095 A high school teacher got Allmans to play at our school in 70s in Snowy Buffalo, NY get this it was a Catholic School. Yes that Buffalo called SNOW CAPITAL of USA & 4 Superbowl loses
james ogrady Was that Canisius high school? Did you have to mention 4 Super Bowl losses? 😂😂😂
Really, this absolutely one of the best tunes I've ever heard.. the harmony is incredible...