Sunday, October 31, 2010

THE HALLOWEEN HOP WAS A RESOUNDING SUCCESS!!!! Great food, great fellowship, great music & terrific dancing for THE WIREGRASS SIXTY SOMETHING CROWD. Go ahead & circle Saturday,November 20, for THE STRANGERS' next gig @ THE DOTHAN CONFERENCE CENTER(A NON-SMOKING VENUE WITH A CA$H BAR).This next event is called THE TURKEY TROT so dust off your dancing shoes & join Wilbur Walton,Jr. & THE STRANGERS as they kick off the 2010 Holiday Season with another superb show & dance. What a vibe you get when you hang out with a band and a Dothan crowd that's been together for over 50 years. The last time I saw some of these folks was @ THE REC CENTER back in the day! MUCHAS TO WILBUR & THE STRANGE GANG. Your magic created a night to remember for a lifetime.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Gonna have Halloween a day early this year. Heading down 82 this morning & gonna do my best to be clean & sober until the band starts up @ 8. If you're down in the Wiregrass, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR & come out to the Dothan Conference Center out toward Napier Field Saturday night. Catered BBQ, cash bar, our old buddy Wilbur Walton, Jr., on stage with THE STRANGERS for THE HALLOWEEN HOP. Go to THE STRANGERS website & click on LINKS for excellent directions on how to get to THE DOTHAN CONFERENCE CENTER.
I've agreed to write an article for a local magazine about all the buildings in Tuscaloosa that have served as slave quarters. Writing about the buildings in not a problem, however, any description of the lives of slaves is a political mine field & all the mines got buried by both left and right wing propaganda machines. Whew!!!! Anywayzzzz. I need all the help I can get so I'm soliciting my Facebook friends advice.

Thought you might like this.
It came from my Daddy's '39 Gargoyle,Dothan High's yearbook.
If you can find the time today, I'd really appreciate it if you'd forward the following part of this email to all your Wiregrass friends or you can forward the whole thing.
I just gotta get the word out!

Well the big news is THIS WEEKEND.
Doors open @ 6 with a cash bar. Band starts at 8.


Please plan on going or, at least, get your friends going to THE STRANGERS HALLOWEEN HOP @ The Dothan Conference Center located out toward Napier Field.

Robert Register If you live near Dothan, go ahead & circle Saturday, October 30 on
your calender because that's the date of THE HALLOWEEN HOP @ THE DOTHAN
CONFERENCE CENTER featuring Dothan's own THE STRANGERS with special
click on LINKS & you'll get good directions to the Dothan
Conference Center and other details. We had the multi-class DHS Reunion
there two yrs. ago and it is an excellent venue. The doors will open at
6 with cash bar and food catered by The BBQ Shack & the band
starts playing at 8.


another joyful night with Wilbur back on the stage. If this event is
successful, we'll do it again around Thanksgiving & NEW YEAR'S EVE.
I'll see ya there Saturday night!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Aw, HELL YEAH, we can blame a bunch of that stuff on yo' boy from ChiCARgo!
I saw with my own eyes HOMELAND SECURITY IN THEM BLACK UNIFORMS WID BULLETPROOF VESTSTIZIZZZZZZZZZZ, HELLLACHOUS GUNS & A SAFE BOAT board EVERY commercial fishing vessel in St. Andrews Harbor,MONDAY, May 3, 2010 & PUT 'EM OUT OF BUSINESS & none of that damn oil EVER made it to Panama City. SO THERE!
Frank, you oughta make THE GULF GUITAR. The Gulf's already shaped like a guitar. Let the neck come out @ the Straits of Florida & THANK YOU LORD JESUS FOR 2011 THE YEAR OF ALABAMA MUSIC BECAUSE ATTENDANCE SUCKS & OUR "CITY FATHERS" IN TUSKEELOOSSEEE JUST BUILT US A NEW SHED, a.k.a. amphitheater!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The St. Andrew's Bay Railroad, Land & Mining Co. sold the 25ft. by 125ft. lots mail order for a dollar a piece. The company was based in Cincinnati. If you were coming from up north to see your property, you took the railroad to Pensacola and traveled by boat to the future site of Panama City.
This lot was Number 9 on Block Number 4 in Section 13, Township 3 South, Range 14 West and was sold to John Goodin of Tuskaloosa, Alabama.
What a window into the past I found tonight in my boss' papers! Here's a 1887 deed to a city lot in Panama City which was purchased by a man in "Tuskaloosa" for $1. Maybe we'll get back to those prices in Obama's second term.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

If you live near Dothan, go ahead & circle Saturday, October 30 on your calender because that's the date of THE HALLOWEEN HOP @ THE DOTHAN CONFERENCE CENTER featuring Dothan's own THE STRANGERS with special guest WILBUR WALTON, JR. Go to
website, click on LINKS & you'll get good directions to the Dothan Conference Center and other details. We had the multi-class DHS Reunion there two yrs. ago and it is an excellent venue. The doors will open at 6 with cash bar and food catered by The BBQ Shack & the band starts playing at 8.
NO EXCUSES! BRING YOUR FRIENDS & enjoy another joyful night with Wilbur back on the stage. If this event is successful, we'll do it again around Thanksgiving & NEW YEAR'S EVE. I'll see ya there Saturday night!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

YOU MISSED IT if you missed THE DAYZZZZZZZZZ OF RAGE roundtable yestiddee. The wildest thing that happened was when I was reading Bill Moody's opinion on how Rubin ended up in Foster from the Monday, May 4, 1970 edition of THE TUSCALOOSA NEWS. I felt somebody looking over my shoulder, turned around & IT WAS MEISSNER! Not only did he take Rubin's picture, he wrote the damn article! First thing I told him was,"I loved your Mother!" "She loved you!," he replied!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Y'all did great. So good to see you , Birdie, Meissner, John Earl , Igor & everybody else.
The coolest thing to me was finding out that Meissner's famous photograph is a picture of Browning getting slugged by a billy club. The officer is holding the billy in his hand as he grabs Browning by the collar.
Ya know occasionally us WIREGRASS EXPATRIOTS will hear a disparaging word concerning our homeland. I would encourage each of you who wish to be WIREGRASS AMBASSADORS to encourage these illyfoamed-flictified critics to listen to the following link.Please encourage these IMBECILES to enjoy the 35 superb songs on the following link which easily serve as a soundtrack for any project you are trying to accomplish on the Web. They'll never be OUR PEOPLE but maybe they'll learn we know good music.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Dear Frank & Richard~
Believe me you two are the only ones getting this email.
(Isn't is sad that adult entertainment in this country has always been such a gyp.)

I'm gonna be down home Saturday, Oct. 30, for the STRANGERS gig @ THE DOTHAN CONFERENCE CENTER.

ANYWAYZZZ... Wezzze needzzzz to get together & write a song called FRIENDZZZZ WITH BENEFITZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Now, I already googled that shit & there two songs with lyrics like:
"Call me yo' friend with benefits"

Nudder one go:
"We could be best friends with benefits."

Now that's more like what I'm shooting fo'
Something like
but the lyriczzzzzzzzzz


We got a song...



Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My son, Christopher, came by tonight so he could write a paper for his diesel class on the computer. I was grilling a big steak and a chicken so he got to chow. Anywayzzzzzzzzzz.... while I was cooking the chicken I started thinking about how much I loved the pulley bone & I decided I'm gonna come up with a way to get me a mess of pulley bones and have a pulley bone feast. Have fried pulley bone, barbeque pulley bone, pulley bone casserole, pulley bone gumbo... you get the picture & after the meal we all get to make a wish & pull the pulley bone! (the short end always won in my family. I was shocked like somebody told me the Easter Bunny didn't exist when I found out some families let the big bone win)

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Hey Mittuh Dumpstaphunk, Talkin' 'bout livin' in A WORLD GONE MAD... Check out the deputy's notation on the stupid ass judge's STAY OF A WRIT OF POSSESSION the SAME stupid ass district judge ordered less than 24 hours after the same *sshole DEMOCRAT district judge issued the damn thing. I got the stay of execution over the phone so I had to go back to this nest of KAULTON thugs & give them their new keys & install their new locks while listening to "hey, mo' fo', put my locks back on my doughZZZZ!" Go ahead & throw your 5th Amendment in THE GARBAGE CAN! WE LIVIN' IN A WORLD GONE MAD!

Friday, October 15, 2010

THIS IS SO DAMN SAD. Colonel Reb is DEAD! Now we gotta go out & play the REBEL BLACK BEARS for the first time tomorrow. I ain't worried because I hear that Ole Miss (an obvious reference to COLONEL REB'S MEAN OLD HATEFUL ORNERY WIFE WHO WHIPPED HER SLAVES BLOODY WHEN COLONEL REB WAS DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS GAMBLING AWAY HER COTTON MONEY) got a quarterback who's HOOKED ON QUACK!
Jann S. Wenner's ROLLING STONE LEFT WING KOOK ATTACK DOG, Matt Taibbi, writes in his current article entitled TEA & CRACKERS that the Tea Party is "full of sh*t."
He opens his article with a story about how he encountered a property appraiser after a Palin speech & he writes that he said to the PROPERTY APPRAISER ,"Let me get this straight," I say to David. "You've been picking up a check from the government for decades, as a tax assessor." NOTE TO MATT: The poor man didn't say he was a "tax assessor". HE SAID HE WAS A "PROPERTY APPRAISER", YOU PARTLOW MORON & I'm sure you've been picking up checks "lately" for claiming to be a "journalist." Hate to get personal, Matt, but have you had a laxative lately? You gettin' a little brown in the eyeballs.
All you Tuscaloosa cats need to look at today's schedule and try to find some time this afternoon around 5:30. That's when Grayson Capps & Shannon McNally will be performing @ Mort Jordan & Mary Nelson's OZ MUSIC in Parkview Center behind Hardin's Bakery.
Pretty sure Mortimer Jordan High School is named after Mort's Grandpa &
the '53 Corolla was dedicated to his Daddy.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Randy Lewis died on stage @ The Hog's Breathe
Don't even think it!
This image has absolutely NOTHING to do with ANYTHING CONNECTED TO ME!
Tammi from Munford is simply displaying the guitar pick ATLANTA RHYTHM SECTION'S DAVID ANDERSON tossed her during the show in Talladega @ The Ritz Theater last Saturday night.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Getting familiar with all the great New Orleans music I'm gonna hear Friday night in the BAMA THEATER @ THE SOUTHBOUND SHOWDOWN HOMECOMING PARTY featuring Ivan Neville's Dumpstafunk, The Stanton Moore Trio w/ Anders Osborne, Grayson Capps and Shannon McNally. Guess I'll miss the Homecoming Bon Fire on the Quad but Old T-Town's gonna rock this weekend!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Show hope that our chainsaws are sharp because I gotta bad feeling I'm gonna need one in the morning. The limbs are falling in T-town tonight. Just pray none of my tenants get a f*art mashed out of 'em by one. Maybe I'm dead wrong. I hope so.

Friday, October 08, 2010

Po' ole flicktified NORTHERN SOUL fans love 'em some WILBUR but they don't know HE LIGHT SKINNED!
NORTHERN SOUL is a form of soul music associated with Newcastle, Manchester, Lancaster & Liverpool north of London. Now it's also popular in Australia & New Zealand. Otis Redding, Sam & Dave & James Brown were a little too rough for these cats. Their taste was summed up in one record: SUGAR PIE, HONEY BUNCH by the 4 TOPS. Anywayzzzzzzzzzzz... When they want an
R & B 45, they will pay thousands!
Message me if you're attending the two Atlanta Rhythm Section shows tomorrow night @ Talladega's Ritz Theater or if you have any inside info. I have no idea where I'll be staying. Probably just follow the smell of curry powder to the Patel Motel or the Hindu Inn. I've never spent any time in Talladega so I'm looking forward to being surprised.
THIS IS STRONGER THAN "you know what." Tanton has posted the recording of THE LETTER from THE DOWNTOWN DOTHAN'S SONGWRITERS ROUNDTABLE.
Folksizzzzzzzzzzzzzz, we started A NEW DOTHAN TRADITION!
I checked out Tambor on Wikipedia. Not only was Tambor a submarine. IT WAS AN ENTIRE CLASS OF SUBMARINES. So when you are at the museum look for TAMBOR, THRESHER, TRITON, TROUT & TUNA. There were also six similar Tambor Class subs called "Gato Class".
A SUB LIKE YOUR DADDY SERVED ON STILL EXISTS & IT'S PERFECTLY PRESERVED.Unfortunately it's underneath 7000 ft. of water off the coast of California.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Going through my Mama's stuff I found a clipping from THE DOTHAN PROGRESS that had 10 of the 12 principles of THE OPTIMIST'S CREED.
That's where it started & who knows where it's goin'.

The newspaper clipping my Mother left me was a portion of THE OPTIMIST'S CREED first published in 1912 by Christian D. Larson

image courtesy of our buddy Ernie
Christian Larson 1912

I came up with my own version before I ever saw the above.
It's almost identical!
I just had to substitute the "you" for an "I".
In my family we now have 4 prayers.
They don't come in any order but the first three were always THE 23rd PSALM, THE LORD'S PRAYER & THE ENTIRE AA VERSION OF THE SERENITY PRAYER.

I'm calling this THE 4th PRAYER


#1~ To be so strong that nothing can disturb MY peace of mind.

#2~ To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.

#3~ To make all MY friends feel that there is something in them.

#4~ To look at the sunny side of everything and make MY optimism come true.

#5~ To think of the BEST; to work only for the BEST; and expect only the BEST.

#6~ To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about MY own.

#7~ To forget the mistakes of the past, and press on to greater achievements for the future.


#9~ To give so much time to the improvement of MYSELF that I have no time to criticize others.

#10~ To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

#11~ To think well of MYSELF and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.

#12~ To live in the faith that the whole world is on MY side, so long as I am true to the BEST that is in me.

Jut, Ms. Thomley & MY MAMA!

Notice how the idiots misspelled Dr. Mazyck's name


The Moody Hospital Alumni Association Meeting in the Houston Hotel

Medical Chain Long, Unbroken In Mazyck's Family
by Nat C. Faulk
Eagle Editor(Ret.)
from THE DOTHAN EAGLE, Wed., July 9, 1975

Dr. Earle Farley Mazyck has returned home to practice medicine after 12 years of college, internship, and thereby hangs a tale that echoes local history with accent on continuity.

A native of Dothan, Dr. Mazyck is the son of a doctor, the grandson of a doctor and the great grandson of a doctor, all of whom have practiced in Dothan. The ancestral span covers almost a century. There may be similarities in professional linage elsewhere, but not in Dothan.

The fourth generation of the Moody line to practice here, Dr. Mazyck (Dothan High Class of 1963) is son of Dr. and Mrs. Arthur Mazyck, 2000 W. Main Street. The elder Dr. Mazyck's paternal and maternal grandfathers were also doctors and Mrs. Mazyck is the former Miss Marjorie Moody, daughter of the late Dr. and Mrs. E.F. Moody of Dothan. And Dr. Moody was the son of Dr. Fleming Isaac Moody, one of Dothan's first physicians and a pioneer citizen in other respects.(ed. note: Dr. Fleming Moody and his wife died the first week of May 1900. Back in '68, Richard Burke, who was tallest, replaced the stone flame on top of their obelisk in the City Cemetery. The flame was on top of a vase with a drape carved around it pinned with an opium poppy & a rose. Off the top of my head- here's the inscription on the obelisk.


The medical saga began with the birth of Fleming Isaac Moody in Appling County, Georgia in 1856. After moving his family to Dixie, Ga. (Brooks County), he attended school in Liberty County and then entered the University of Georgia. Subsequently he graduated at the College of Physicians and Surgeons in Baltimore, Maryland in 1876. He first located at Gordon, in Alabama, and then moved to Abbeville. From there he moved to Columbia and then to Dothan when it was still a part of Henry County. Dr. and Mrs. Moody died within two weeks of each other in 1900.

Earle Farley Moody was born on the Moody plantation at Saffold, Ga., along the Chattahoochee River in 1880, and came to Alabama with his parents. He was graduated in 1903 at Tulane University and began an illustrious career as a physician and surgeon in Dothan. He founded the Moody Hospital at 311 N. Alice Street and operated the institution until his death in 1952.

The senior Dr. Mazyck was born in Yazoo City, Miss., and moved to Darlington, S.C., where he was reared. He completed medical school at the University of Virginia in 1931 and began practice in Birmingham in 1934. Moving to Dothan in 1935, he became a partner of Dr. Moody in 1938. Acquiring Moody Hospital in 1953, he liquidated the facility in 1965 and continued a private practice.

Earle Farley Mazyck was graduated at the University of the South at Sewanee, Tenn., in 1967 and completed the University of Virginia Medical School in 1971. He then interned medicine at the University of South Carolina at Charleston, S.C., the same educational institution where his great grandfather, Dr. Edmund Mazyck, once taught medicine.

The latest Dr. Mazyck is associated with Dr. James A. Robeson and Dr. W. F. Drewry in the practice of internal medicine.

Incidentally, any family reunion attended by Dr. Mazyck might well be a medical convention of sorts. His wife, the former Joan Whitney of Taftsville, Vermont is a registered nurse, and his brother, Dr. Arthur Mazyck, a Montgomery radiologist, is married to the former Miss Elizabeth Maxwell of Northport, Ala. a practicing pediatrician.

Dr. and Mrs. Mazyck are the parents of a daughter, Kathryn Augusta, nine months old. They have purchased a home at 502 N. Cherokee Avenue.

One more thing- not only did Dr. Mazyck's great grandfather, Dr. Edmund Mazyck, become a doctor after serving in the Confederate Army, so did yet another great grandfather, Dr. N. W. McKie of Canton,Miss.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

I am amazed @ the valor of Gen. Forrest's personal brigade's last calvary charge of the Civil War which occurred at 4 o'clock in the afternoon on 4/1/1865 @ Ebenezer Church on Bogler's Creek, 20 mi. N. of Selma. Forrest's 200 cavalrymen, each armed with 2 Navy Colts, a Spencer repeating rifle & a saber/bowie knife put their reins in their teeth and charged the 17th Indiana.

Monday, March 08, 2010

This old mansion sits catty cornered from our block. It was one of the first big houses to be built in Tuscaloosa after The Civil War. It was constructed in 1901 so it took a long time for anyone to accumulate wealth after the devastation of 1865. The Maxwells probably made a mint during the construction of Locks #1, #2 and #3 during the 1890s. Today you can see this old house from our office's back yard and it's just been repainted.

A wonderful response from Whitney:

When I was in college I worked at the Tuscaloosa Credit Bureau across 27th. Ave. from this house, and I would usually park on the street beside it. Mrs. Jennie Maxwell Richardson lived in it, and she would often be out working in the yard, and loved to talk.

She was a 1910 graduate of the University, and said that she walked or rode the trolley to campus. Said there was a bridge across a gully on U. Blvd. at the time, possibly on the other side of Pinehurst. That gully was filled S. of the blvd. and Audubon Pl. was built on it.

She told me that she christened one of the locks with a bottle of champagne when she was 6, which would have been about 1898. She had a life-sized oil portrait of her 5 beautiful daughters in the foyer of the house.

I suspect she is the young women in the rocker on the left. Would one of those boys be Fred Maxwell, the engineer?

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Hey y'all~

Another exciting week has come & gone in West Alabama! Just got the news that Frank Tanton has released a new CD called "BLUES YOU CAN USE". You can get it now @ CD Baby
For some samples of Frank's sound, check out his myspace page & listen up!

I've received a lot of phone calls and emails from family & friends who are concerned about my son, Christopher. He's going through the toughest time in his life right now and he's finding out that this old world don't slow down for nobody. He's staying strong, staying busy and he's enjoyed catching lots of fish all winter long. We appreciate your concern and your prayers as our family begins this new chapter.

Christopher's been getting out in this cold & catching BIG yellow cat out of the Black Warrior this winter.

This is unbelievable! Lee found this original Chuck Bryan watercolor painting at a yard sale yesterday. As far as I know there are only two of these on THE FACE OF THE EARTH & I now own both of them!

You can sit on the deck behind our office and see this old church one block to the east. I love hearing the bells on Sunday morning.

This old mansion sits catty cornered from our block. It was one of the first big houses to be built in Tuscaloosa after The Civil War. It was constructed in 1901 so it took a long time for anyone to accumulate wealth after the devastation of 1865. The Maxwells probably made a mint during the construction of Locks #1, #2 and #3 during the 1890s. Today you can see this old house from our office's back yard and it's just been repainted.

We're at 2609 University Boulevard. On this old 1911 postcard, you can see the 27th Avenue sign on the 6th Street corner. That's the next block over from us.

Two blocks away from me. This is the old courthouse with the old 1st Baptist across the street.

ST.JOHN'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH, MONTGOMERY, where Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy, and his family worshiped during their residence in Montgomery. President Davis' pew, No. 115, is the only old pew preserved from the original construction in 1855.
Reverend Edgar Gardner Murphy was the minister here from 1898 until 1901. Murphy would go on to pioneer reforms to combat the evils of racial discrimination and child labor.

This postcard is probably from the early 1940s when The Speer Family Singers shared the WSFA microphone with a young Hank Williams. Williams occasionally lost his job at the station for coming in drunk.

My how times change! You damn sho' can't say the following about "DEAR LANIER" in Twenty-Ten.
from the back of the postcard:
"Sidney Lanier High School, costing nearly two million dollars, is the Capstone of Montgomery's School System. It is Montgomery's proud distinction to enjoy the lowest rate of illiteracy of any Southern City and the best school system in America."

The Tallassee Falls before the building of Thurlow Dam in 1930. I found this description of the rapids in an Alabama Historical Quarterly Lee found at a yard sale yesterday.
Benjamin Hawkins, December 1796~ "Halfbreed Billy.(ed. note: no one knows why Hawkins wrote this name) I this day paid a visit to the old men at the town house and partook with them of the black drink. I then visited the falls and lands adjoining the town. The falls are at two and a half miles above town house, the river here is after tumbling over a bed of rock for half a mile, formed into 2 narrow channels, one 30 the other 15 feet. The fall is 30 feet in 50 yards, the first part nearly 20 feet in less than 10, fish are here obstructed in their passage up the river.
The rock is a light gray, very much broken and divided, in square blocks of various sizes, fine for building, the best I think I ever saw."

The scenes of The Giant's Cave in the movie "Big Fish" were filmed on the river rocks about a mile below the falls.

Danny Miller, guitarist for Roswell,Georgia band MEN IN BLUES,shared a few more of his stories with us.You can hear Danny rocking out on his myspace site

image courtesy of

MISTY WATERS by Danny Miller
Between 1960 and 1970, Misty Waters Country Club on Candler Road in Decatur, Georgia
was an important entertainment center for Sixties era teenagers in the Atlanta area. Our
subdivision bordered it, so it was a way of life in our neighborhood. I had many fun filled days and nights there. It was owned and operated by Pop and Johnny Childs, and their family.

The Misty Waters complex offered something for everyone, and consisted of a man-made lake partially surrounded by a white sand beach, an Olympic size swimming pool, a concession area, a skating rink, and a golf course. Family owned, water recreation parks were common in the 1960s. There was Lake Spivey, Joy Lake, Sun Valley Beach, Clifton Springs, Glenwood Springs, Venetian Country Club, etc. I loved to swim, and personally spent time in every one of them. Being a Pisces, I'm naturally attracted to any body of water. In those days, many of us on the East Coast were fascinated with the magical California, Florida, and Hawaii beach/surf lifestyle. Beaches and the ocean were the "in" thing, and the locations around Atlanta offered us a little bit of that paradise right in our own neighborhood. The beach at Misty Waters was a short walk from my house. Hot fun in the summertime. People from all over Atlanta went there, and I made many good friends.

In the daytime, I would swim and sunbathe at the beach and pool, and hang out around the
jukebox and socialize with the many lovely young ladies there. The lake featured a diving
platform with 3 levels. I loved to dive and always dove off the highest one. The pool featured both low and high diving boards. I watched some amazing divers. There were gymnastic bars nearby and the local gymnasts would dazzle us with their feats. The concession area served a drink called the Misty Waters Special. It was Coke, Sprite, Grape, Orange, and Ginger Ale all mixed together in an icy cup. It was delicious. I spent a lot of time at the lake, pool, and concession area, but I never skated or played golf.

On Tuesday and Saturday nights, local rock and roll radio
station WQXI,would sponsor dances in the skating rink. The dances drew large crowds and were
hosted by disc jockeys Pat Hughes, Red Jones, Tony The Tiger Taylor, and/or Paul Drew (The
Baldheaded Beatle). Live music was king in those days and they brought in the very finest bands.
There was a great music scene happening in Atlanta in those days. It was the segregated south
in those days and Misty Waters was white only, but the most popular style of music was always
soul music. Go figure. I saw Ronnie Milsap, Sam The Sham, Joe South, Travis Wammack, Wayne Laquadice and The Kommotions, The Tikis, Billy and The King Bees, The Bushmen, The Roemans, The Englishmen, The James Gang, The Apollos, and others, as well as the greatest band I have
ever seen in my life, still to this day-The Candymen. The natural acoustics of that skating rink produced a fabulous musical sound. It was one of the best rooms I ever played in. It was
especially good for guitar players. It didn't matter what kind of guitar or amplifier you were using, everyone sounded basically the same, but it was a very desirable sound. You wished you could sound that good everywhere. Unlike many venues where the acoustics work against the
performers, the sound of Misty Waters enhanced and improved the overall sound of the music. It was a rectangle with a low ceiling and the stage was set back into the wall. It was a perfect
situation-great bands in a near perfect venue. My period of attendance there was 1964-69, and
I played there in 1967-.68. It was a learning experience as well as the scene of a lot of good
times. In 1967, my band opened the show there for British Invasion stars Peter & Gordon. That was exciting. It was a learning environment for guitar players, and I soaked up the music played there like a sponge.

There was no alcohol or drugs, and I never had any hassles with anyone.

For an aspiring teenage guitarist with raging hormones, who loved days at the beach and loud, live music at night, Misty Waters was THE PLACE.I could do all the things I loved in one location near my home. It was a special time, at a special place, with special people.

January 5, 2001
THE HUT by Danny Miller
It has been 30 years since I last visited The Hut. It no longer exists, so I feel
compelled to write a tribute, while I can still remember, to a place that provided us a
lot of good times many years ago. It is commonly believed, by our circle of friends, that
we were the luckiest teenagers in the Atlanta area in the 1960s. I tend to agree. It was
a special time with special people. Music was the center of attention in those days, and
everyone was tuned in. Our side of town was particularly musical and we had Misty
Waters, Glenwood Springs, Clifton Springs, Lake Spivey, and the infamous Hut.

The Hut existed from 1966-71 and was located in the woods, by a lake, on private property owned by Barry Gladden's Grandmother on Panthersville Road in south DeKalb county. It was
basically a humble 3 room shed, next to an open pavilion with a fireplace out in the
woods. Some might refer to it as a clubhouse, sanctuary, escape, or retreat, but we just
called it The Hut. The perfect location for the 18-23 year old college crowd at night. I
don't think we realized how lucky we were at the time. Barry Gladden was our host. That
funky little shed in the woods provided many good times for many people. It was quite
secluded and was our version of "Animal House". It was a lovable place and an example
of getting the most from the least. It was an informal, unofficial fraternity of old
friends, male and female, from DeKalb County, and entrance was by invitation only. I
don't remember anyone being turned away, and many lifetime friendships and more than
a few romances began there. Companionship was never hard to find in those days. The
Hut was Party Central. There was no initiation ritual or dues to pay. Just come and enjoy
yourself, and remember-"Whatever happens at the Hut, stays at the Hut." We were big
on privacy and discretion. Everyone who went there loved it. Our theme song was "Let
It All Hang Out."
While other local teenagers had to rent a party place, we had one for
free. If I didn't have a gig or a date on a Friday or Saturday night, I would organize a
psychedelic jam with my musician friends, and we would set up under the pavilion and
play until we got tired. Some great music was made there. Parties were frequent, often
both nights every weekend. We would usually decide on Friday morning if we were going
to have a party that night and begin spreading the word. It never took long. People would
start arriving after sundown, and it was common to have a hundred people or more. It
was loose and free and was a BYOB situation. If someone overindulged, they could
spend the night. There was never any trouble. The police never came. Everything was
cool. The Hut wasn't always about partying. Often, I would stop by during the week to
just hang out and talk or watch television. Our favorite shows were "Laugh In," "Gomer
Pyle," and "I Spy."

One thing I really miss about the 1960s is the long, deep
conversations we used to have about the events of the day. We would sit around for
hours and talk and solve all the world's problems. It was back in the day when we were
college students and knew everything. It was intellectual and fun. I'm glad that we had
The Hut and it's memories exist forever for those of us who were there.

July 19, 1986
I have met countless musicians in my lifetime, but the most unusual of them all was
harmonica player I met in a club on Ponce De Leon in Atlanta in 1982. A guy came up to the
bandstand and asked me if his friend could sit in and play harmonica with us. I told him it was fine and his friend stepped onstage with us. We began playing a blues tune and I signaled him to take a solo. I was unprepared for what I saw. He was a good player and it was a great solo. However, he played the harmonica with his throat instead of his mouth. He had a small tube sticking out of his throat from a tracheotomy operation years ago. It's how he breathed. He simply placed the harmonica over the tube in his throat and played flawlessly. I was amazed. His name was Richard and he was great. I have never seen him again.

by Danny Miller
We were playing a dance one night and the air conditioning in the place went out and it
soon became pretty hot in the room. The people didn't seem to notice or care. They just kept on
dancing and having a good time. It's a party, and a little sweat never hurt anyone. There was one
gentleman, wearing a cheap toupee, who was dancing enthusiastically and sweating heavily. He
was pretty drunk but he was having a ball. Obviously, he didn't have his toupee securely attached, and as his scalp sweated, the toupee began to slowly slide backwards on his head. The more he sweated, the more it scooted. Soon it was dangling from the back of his head and he never noticed. People were pointing and laughing. Finally, his drunk wife noticed it and told him about it. He reached to fix it and it fell onto the dance floor. By then, everyone had noticed. He scooped it up and ran outside with his wife staggering behind him. W edidn't see them anymore that night.

by Danny Miller
I have played many redneck honky tonks in my sophisticated musical career, and have
noticed that those kind of places usually have the funkiest bathrooms anywhere. They are often
filthy, smelly, and in poor repair with plumbing leaks and overflowing fixtures. I guess it gives it
a certain earthy ambiance. Club owners never seem concerned about them. They will spend
money on everything but their restrooms. I have only been in the men's bathrooms and I hope the women's are better. I played one club where they laid 2 X 4 boards across the always flooded
floor. You had to balance yourself on these makeshift, urine soaked "bridges" to get to the urinal
which was a large communal trough. If you slipped off, as many did, you would get your feet wet.
The danger with communal troughs in crowded restrooms is when men drink a lot of beer, they
often have "the splits." As they are standing there doing their business among other men, half
their stream goes into the trough and the other half on the man beside you. It has happened to
me. There were no doors on the stalls. When you sat down to do your business, everyone could
see you. There was no privacy. I guess that adds to the "we are family" atmosphere. Drunks love
to throw up in the restroom. I walked in one night and saw a man sitting passed out on a toilet
with his head down and his elbows on his knees. Someone threw up on the back of his neck, and
he was so drunk he didn't even notice It. Another time, I was standing at a urinal and an old man
next to me started throwing up in the urinal. The threw up his false teeth and they clanked around in the yellow water. He retrieved them, rinsed them off by flushing the urinal, popped them back into his mouth and smiled at everyone. You just can't buy entertainment like that.

May 4, 1988
In addition to featuring live music, many night clubs also feature wet t-shirt contests
to attract business on slow nights. It certainly works and attracts many unique individuals. Often, we band members are commissioned to judge the contest. All we ever wanted to do was play and sing for the folks, but I always comply with their wishes and give them more than they are paying me for. It's just one of the many services that we working musicians offer to the club owners of the world, and it's fun. Anything to keep them happy. It always makes me feel like a game showhost. For those of you out there who have lived sheltered life and have never seen a wet t-shirt contest in person, here is the sequence of events.

The willing female participants sign up when they arrive at the club. When the big moment arrives, they are given a wet, tight fitting t-shirt to wear for the contest. Then, they go into the ladies room and remove their blouses and bras and put on the wet t-shirts. Then they stand in front of the stage for all of the patrons to see. It gets pretty intense as the girls begin to line up. One by one, as I call their name form the sign up list, they step forward and strut and shake their boobs for the crowd. It drives the men wild. The winner is chosen based on audience applause. It is applause only, and no yelling or screaming is
permitted. The winner is the girl who gets the most applause and the prize is usually $100 or
more. Not bad money for a little booby shaking. The contestants come in all sizes, shapes, ages,
and levels of intoxication. Some are quite lovely and some are not. In fact, some are downright
ugly as well as very drunk, but they are the most fun because they try harder. It's a hoot.

Once, we were playing at this funky club that had a wet t-shirt contest every Thursday night. It drew a large crowd, and I believe every fat girl in the county came there to participate. Sometimes there were some real "dolls," but usually it was "pork city." Lot's of overweight females. One night 3 fat sisters and their fat mama came in. The sisters, all seasoned wet t-shirt veterans, were there to participate in the contest. Mama was there to observe and to offer moral support to her girls, and possibly enter the contest herself. It all depended upon how much alcohol she consumed. Midnight arrived and it was finally time for the contest to begin. Wet t-shirts were handed out from a bucket of water, and the eager contestants ran into the ladies room to change into them. The excitement was building in the place. There was electricity in the air. The sisters had their shirts but Mama hadn't made up her mind yet. She followed her girls into the bathroom to make her final decision. As 2 of the sisters walked out of the bathroom toward the stage, the remaining one stuck her head out the door and yelled, "Mama said to get her a t-shlrt." Hallelujah, Mama had made up her mind. They quickly obliged, and soon all the fabulous contestants were lined up in front of the bandstand for everyone to admire. The thin, wet shirts under the stage lights displayed all of their virtues. I was standing on the stage behind them. I felt like the quarterback behind the offensive line of the Chicago Bears. There were some large ladies in front of me. One by one, they stepped forward, strutted their stuff and shook their boobs for the wildly cheeringcrowd. They really put on a show. Mama and her girls were pitiful but enthusiastic. One of the sisters turned around to me, pulled up her t-shirt exposing her massive breasts for my approval, and smiled at me with a mouth full of rotten teeth. It was a Kodak moment. I guess she was trying to win my vote. It didn't work because I'm a judge of integrity, and anyway, stretch marks really don't tum me on. I don't remember who won the contest, but it wasn't Mama or her daughters.
They were disappointed but said that they would be back next week to try again. I think Mama
liked all the attention. They were good sports and a reminder that the family that plays together
stays together. I think I'll add game show host to my resume.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

I've gotten a pretty good education studying R. Crumb's HEROES OF THE BLUES cartoons. The BIOGRAPHY of Charlie Patton is excellent & some of these cat's records are BIG TIME COLLECTOR'S ITEMS. Some of these old Blues 78s in horrible condition can sell for over $10,000.
Woke up this morning &, in the words of Nick Saban when speaking about Urban Crier, didn't know Otis Spann from Adam's house cat. WOW! I was playin' around on the Muddy Waters myspace site & discovered me some OTIS SPANN. WOW!

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

When you see this cover, the BABY BOOM rilly STARTZZZZ makein' sense to ya!
Now ya see where the DHS Classes of '66,'67,'68,'69,'70...etc.
came from! (Hey,Oxford American,you see CAPERS in the center of the cover don't cha?!)

image courtesy of JEFF MIAMI

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Jack & your entire family are in my prayers.
I'm gonna post a bunch of images from old Corollas on my blog
I have a few of you so let me know if you object to me posting them @ ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA.
This picture of a girl from the '66 Corolla favors you a lot.
Glad to hear Jack is recovering well.