I was searching through Nashville newspapers including the Vanderbilt University newspaper for reviews of the Led Zeppelin show at Municipal Auditorium in 1970. Didn't find any reviews but in the Vanderbilt Hustler I did find a review of the 1970 homecoming concert. The Dave Clark Five with The Allman Brothers opening. The reviewer was not impressed by the Allmans at all had to endure their set to get to the great Dave Clark Five set. Oh well.
I did go to Vanderbilt but later. My freshman year homecoming show was Ray Charles. Little Feat with Lowell George was the year before. And I saw Bob Marley and Albert King and Muddy Waters and many other great shows while I was a student there.
Was that show in October 1970? If so, it was the night Duane overdosed on opium. (Apparently Berry begged to God, "Give him one more year," and Duane died almost a year to the day. This sounds like fiction, it is not.)
I'd love a copy of that review if you have it. I've got dozens of these pieces I've ferreted out over the years. They offer so much insight.
You caught some serious shit at Vanderbilt. One of my favorite live albums of all time is a Lester Flatt/Bill Monroe recording from 1974 at Vandy.
I will look but I would probably have to go back to the library and look through the microfiche and make a copy. I can't remember if I found the Hustler archives at the Metro library or at the Vanderbilt library. Probably Vanderbilt.
And I forgot to tell you about meeting Gregg. My freshman year the Vanderbilt Blues Festival featured The Fabulous Thunderbirds with Jimmie Vaughan of course, Rick Danko, Paul Butterfield Blues Band and then Muddy Waters. I stood right in front of Muddy the whole show and he shook my hand after. The following year was The Bradford Blues Band, Mighty Joe Young, The James Cotton Band and then Willie Dixon and the Chicago All-Stars. I was working security and Gregg Allman came and wanted to sit in with the James Cotton Band. I said hello and shook his hand and the reply was like the adults in The Peanuts TV cartoons. He was wasted and so out of it he couldn't say a single recognizable word. The guys in James Cotton's band clearly saw his condition and didn't want him on any of their instruments. First he tried to take the guitar players guitar and he was not letting Gregg take it off his neck. So then I think Gregg went to the second guitar player or the bass player and they shut him down too. Then he sat down at the piano and basically pushed the player over and the guy let him bang around while they played a number.
Was this the longtime reporter, managing editor, editor, and editorial director at the Louisville KY Courier-Journal? Sounds like he had strayed a ways too far.
I have no idea. This was from September 1969. I imagine Hawpe was young if he's covering the Tampa rock & roll beat. If it's the same guy, sounds like he emerged into a phenomenal newspaper man. He didn't *get* the ABB. That's fair. It's just funny to me that he saw them emotionless when all I ever saw in photos (and heard on tape) was a fierce, intentional intensity to hit the note.
I was searching through Nashville newspapers including the Vanderbilt University newspaper for reviews of the Led Zeppelin show at Municipal Auditorium in 1970. Didn't find any reviews but in the Vanderbilt Hustler I did find a review of the 1970 homecoming concert. The Dave Clark Five with The Allman Brothers opening. The reviewer was not impressed by the Allmans at all had to endure their set to get to the great Dave Clark Five set. Oh well.
I did go to Vanderbilt but later. My freshman year homecoming show was Ray Charles. Little Feat with Lowell George was the year before. And I saw Bob Marley and Albert King and Muddy Waters and many other great shows while I was a student there.
Was that show in October 1970? If so, it was the night Duane overdosed on opium. (Apparently Berry begged to God, "Give him one more year," and Duane died almost a year to the day. This sounds like fiction, it is not.)
I'd love a copy of that review if you have it. I've got dozens of these pieces I've ferreted out over the years. They offer so much insight.
You caught some serious shit at Vanderbilt. One of my favorite live albums of all time is a Lester Flatt/Bill Monroe recording from 1974 at Vandy.
I will look but I would probably have to go back to the library and look through the microfiche and make a copy. I can't remember if I found the Hustler archives at the Metro library or at the Vanderbilt library. Probably Vanderbilt.
And I forgot to tell you about meeting Gregg. My freshman year the Vanderbilt Blues Festival featured The Fabulous Thunderbirds with Jimmie Vaughan of course, Rick Danko, Paul Butterfield Blues Band and then Muddy Waters. I stood right in front of Muddy the whole show and he shook my hand after. The following year was The Bradford Blues Band, Mighty Joe Young, The James Cotton Band and then Willie Dixon and the Chicago All-Stars. I was working security and Gregg Allman came and wanted to sit in with the James Cotton Band. I said hello and shook his hand and the reply was like the adults in The Peanuts TV cartoons. He was wasted and so out of it he couldn't say a single recognizable word. The guys in James Cotton's band clearly saw his condition and didn't want him on any of their instruments. First he tried to take the guitar players guitar and he was not letting Gregg take it off his neck. So then I think Gregg went to the second guitar player or the bass player and they shut him down too. Then he sat down at the piano and basically pushed the player over and the guy let him bang around while they played a number.
Was this the longtime reporter, managing editor, editor, and editorial director at the Louisville KY Courier-Journal? Sounds like he had strayed a ways too far.
I have no idea. This was from September 1969. I imagine Hawpe was young if he's covering the Tampa rock & roll beat. If it's the same guy, sounds like he emerged into a phenomenal newspaper man. He didn't *get* the ABB. That's fair. It's just funny to me that he saw them emotionless when all I ever saw in photos (and heard on tape) was a fierce, intentional intensity to hit the note.
He sure didn't get them. Maybe some group that trashed their guitars on stage was more his cup of tea.