Granola southern rock wasn't a thing until The Allman Brothers hit the south. You could argue Lynyrd Skynyd, but smooth jam always went to Allmans. I loved loved loved the Allman Bros. I would listen to them for hours as they just...it was travel music. Wind in hair, motorcycle chill rock.
The bands today are missing this flavor. Hammond B3 organs and jam. Though I professed to hate long winded tunes, it is a credit to Gregg Allman that I could listen and get into it. Women love that bumpin' ghetto grind. I get that..it's a tequila punch of female pent up aggression. I spent my life aggressive so a warm cool down was my speed.
God save Gregg Allman. Much love and respect.
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