So today I'm taking us way back a bit. I've always had a love for The Allman Brothers Band. They were right up my alley when I was big into listening to southern rock and following my boyfriend around to different bars with his southern rock band. I can also blame my parents, well my dad mostly, for some of my southern rock influence.
The Allman Brothers Band hailed mostly from Macon, or at least that's where they began. I've had the pleasure of visiting Macon in years past and I genuinely love that old city. The buildings are to die for, well some of them. Just the age and beauty of the place. Mind you it's also quite ghetto in some places. The living parts of it, once you get out of the historical. It really looks quite hellish. But it's OLD there and the people are as well.
I love Macon for the old black men. The ones who hate the white man for making them slaves, because they actually know what the fuck that means and they hate the stupid children of today, the ones you see with their pants hanging down half off their asses, running around shooting people. They hate the world and what it is today and with that, I can agree!
I'm going to share my Macon trip with you all one day, even if it's just a post of pictures I've got. I loved it.
Very good choice for today if I do say so myself. It's been a week of hell with this ?cold? I'm fighting as of late. I'm still sticking to it being allergies though. My head is still a wreck and my voice is still not functioning at full speed yet. Here's to hoping it improves quickly.
I'm loving the old picture here of the men tied to the whipping post, quite literally. Of course I can't say I've "been tied to a whipping post" but I can say that's about how I feel these past days.
Hang in there Dingleberries, it could always be worse, right?