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hey everybody, I just want to remind everyone about my current "special offer" on the Tickets Forum. It goes like this: I would like to trade two Row C 3-13 orchestra tickets for one 3-18 orchestra ticket. Yes, you read that right -- two for one, and you get the two, I get the one. Love ya.

Pam hit the note, last night was a blast, great people and the music was out of site, man what a great version of Dreams. I had one of my dreams come true last night and that was I got to have my picture taken with the man himself, Jamoe thanks, it means a lot to me. Pam I also have a great shot of you and Jamoe as well. I also have some great photos of the band. Once I figure out how to post I will....Pam send me your email I will email back the photos to you. And thanks Pam for the great posters, they are going to look great at the new placeMitch nice seeing you again and you are a lucky man to have such a supportive wife who made the road trip with you, hope you had a chance to have brunch and listen to jeff play piano this morning. Mac great talking with you as well and thanks for the photo time as well. I have a great shot of you and that awesome and kind lady who did not stop smiling all night! Peace.

Snow all around, Sun in the sky, ABB on que to play (Duane) and old Firebirds to mess with......... Happy Sunday to the crew.......

Debbie, sounds like '92, in Atlanta, first time Derek played with the ABB. If memory serves, DB also says something to the effect referring to DT, "He's a bad motorscooter. :laugh: Hiya Bird! :wave: Was listening to Mavis Staples the other day covering "Gotta Serve Somebody", fantastic version You may be the Ambassador to England or France You may like to gamble you may like to dance You might be the heavyweight champion of the worls Or you might be a socalite with a looooong string of pearls But you're gonna have to serve somebody Also on the same compilation disc of covers, the ^^^^aforementioned Mr. Trucks playing Layla and Custard Pie with Eric Gales. Talked to Sandman yesterday before he and a contingent from Chitown were headed to Derek's Park West show. Man, I would have loved to have been there! Well, that's enough relevance for one day. 🙂

I also posted this in the forum http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060129/NEWS01/601290374 Sunday, January 29, 2006 Wilson Pickett | 1941-2006 Funeral celebrates the life of a musical marvel By Jeffrey Lee Puckett jpuckett@courier-journal.com The Courier-Journal Soul legend Wilson Pickett was laid to rest yesterday beside his mother, Lena, on a warm winter's afternoon in Louisville, following an emotional service that honored his legacy with tears, laughter and powerful song. Pickett died of a heart attack Jan. 19 at age 64, and his funeral drew several hundred visitors to Canaan Christian Church on Hikes Lane, as family, friends and fans gathered for a deeply religious tribute. Stories were told. Some were intimate, such as when Pickett's sister, Emily Rochelle of Louisville, told of walking hand in hand with her brother to Sunday school in their hometown of Prattville, Ala. Some were tied to memories of transistor radios blaring Pickett's "In the Midnight Hour" on a summer night. Afterward, Pickett's brother, Maxwell Pickett Sr., stood in the parking lot beside of row of limousines as a steady stream of people reached out to him following the service. "All of the fans and friends and everybody who came out helped make this celebration outstanding," the Decatur, Ga., resident said before leaving to entomb his brother at Evergreen Cemetery. "There are so many fond memories." Aretha Franklin and Solomon Burke were expected to participate in the services but couldn't make it because of other obligations, Maxwell Pickett Sr. said. But Little Richard was there, wearing multicolored, sequined cowboy boots and a black shirt with a silver-sequined collar. As he shook hands with fans and handed out religious self-help books stuffed with autographed pictures of himself, he offered a succinct testimonial to Pickett. "I just want to say, 'I love him, and he's always been my friend,' " he said. Little Richard was more verbose later, when he turned a planned 1-minute tribute into a comic 10-minute sermon on the glories of Jesus, Wilson Pickett and, of course, Little Richard. "Wilson was an innovator and an emancipator," he said at one point. "He paved the way for all of these young musicians today. He paved the way for Puff Daddy. And people forget that." Early days Like many early soul and R&B artists, Wilson "Wicked" Pickett learned his craft in the church, using his gift to connect on Sunday mornings years before discovering Saturday nights. He grew up singing in Baptist choirs and moved in 1955 to Detroit, the budding soul capital of the North, as a 16-year-old. He formed The Violinaires, a gospel group good enough to tour with the Soul Stirrers, featuring Sam Cooke and Lou Rawls. But there wasn't any money in gospel, and the Pickett family was short of money. At 19, Pickett joined The Falcons, one of the first gospel groups to embrace secular music. By 1962, The Falcons' "I Found a Love" was a Top 10 R&B hit, thanks in large part to Pickett's pleading lead vocal. "To me, he was one of the most soulful singers I ever knew," said Sir Mack Rice, a member of The Falcons who attended yesterday's service with fellow member Willie Schofield. "When he left the group, we broke up, because he set a tone for us that was our signature." Pickett's solo career took off quickly. His first hit, the self-penned "It's Too Late," reached No. 7 on the R&B charts in 1963. That convinced Atlantic Records, the home of Ray Charles and soul music, to sign the 24-year-old in 1964. Then in 1965, Pickett found the formula that would make him a star. During a single recording session in Memphis, Pickett cut "In the Midnight Hour," "Don't Fight It," "634-5789 (Soulsville, U.S.A.)" and "Ninety-Nine and One-Half (Won't Do)." His style was now fully formed: His singing was raw and direct, accented by a potent scream that was both challenge and celebration. He didn't croon like Cooke or seduce like Otis Redding, but came at you head-on. With success came more money, and Pickett moved much of his family to Louisville because it seemed more upscale than Prattville, Maxwell Pickett Jr. said. Wilson Pickett's stage show was sexually charged. Music writer Gerri Hirshey wrote in Rolling Stone that Pickett "marauded a stage like a panther, clawing the air, slinking in and out of the light, screaming, gold lame leather melded to his thighs, shirt hanging open, sweat pouring down his chest." That was where the "Wicked" came from, and -- for better or worse -- Pickett never let that reputation down. His later years were riddled with brushes with the law. In 1991, the same year he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, he was arrested on suspicion of yelling death threats while driving through the mayor's front yard in Englewood, N.J. In 1992, he was charged with assaulting his girlfriend, and in 1993, he was convicted of drunken driving and sentenced to a year in jail and five years' probation after hitting an 86-year-old man with his car. He also had several drug-related convictions. Music lives on at service Hirshey, who wrote extensively about Pickett, felt that his demons were stirred by the mainstream public's abandonment of soul music. Pickett's last hit was 1972's "Fire and Water" and, despite a lasting legacy, his struggle to reconnect with a fickle audience plagued him for decades. Yesterday, Pickett's music was very much alive, especially in the hands of the Rev. Steve Owens, a family friend from Bethel Family Church in Decatur. As Owens' dynamic eulogy drew to a close, he built to an image of Pickett approaching the Pearly Gates, singing "Land of 1000 Dances" as he drew near. Owens suddenly began singing the song's famous chorus -- "Naaaah, nah, nah, nah, naaaah, nah, nah, nah, naaaaah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, naaaah!" -- and then had everyone sing along until the sound filled the church. "It was wonderful, really beautiful," said Pickett's son, Michael Wilson Pickett, of Philadelphia. "All of the people who showed up, who came to the hotel to show love and respect and pay homage. It's really appreciated." Reporter Jeffrey Lee Puckett can be reached at (502) 582-4160.

"you might be a socialite with a looong string of pearls", playing Dylan and posting on peach sit, I am so dysfuntional..... all the DTB talk, Lord I need to see them one of these days :0 Happy Hookah to Hemlock.... "You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread, you might be sleeping on the floor, or in a king size bed" I need to answer a couple tardy PM's but HEY Bobo, and Woody be cool....... me, I can count on one darn hand the Satan Shots left to do..... Five to be alive....

have a great time pam

Good luck with your new venture, mrmilas. Welcome home to VA, Jim! I can picture your children dancing around to "Hook and Sling" very easily! :dance: I know it's been out for awhile, but I just can't get Susan's "Hope and Desire" out of my car's CD player! Each time it finishes, I just leave it in for another listen--and I love it even more! Yeah! :spinner: Played a gig last night and had fun, but I was woefully out of playing shape. Got to get those fingers working again! :guitarist:

Rob stokin' that fire!! That's what I'm talkin' about!! Go, Hemlock!

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