I am usually pretty skeptical when it comes to live albums. Something about me has been conditioned to find studio albums as the best you can get. I mean, you get all the best takes. You get awesome layering and effects that are troublesome to reproduce live. And you’re guaranteed the best every time. So why bother with live albums? Well, every so often you get a live album, where the energy of the band is more than the studio track. Where all the extended parts are just brilliant. Where the album is like being there. It’s a beautiful thing; though not one I would claim every album can pull it off. The Allman Brothers’ “At Fillmore East” brings together all these great musicians, letting them take blues standards to new heights and their originals blaze with new energy. I love a band where all the musicians are top notch in their own right and of course it great when technical skill can me overall composition. To be able to demonstrate this live is truly the peak of what makes a good band. One of the most immediately memorable parts of this album is the guitar work. And why not? There were few guitar duos as powerful as Dickie Betts and Duane Allman, as brief as their recording time together was. Something about Duane’s slide guitar style, where the notes become so fluid and expressive has always impressed me. And Betts was able to drive a strong layer of both rhythm and leads into the mix, making it more of a two lead guitar band. Take a look at “Statesburo Blues”. The song opens with a driving blues line on organ and Betts’s guitar, but when the slide comes in, in a halting stretch of a note. The blues line drives on, while Duane brings to life this guitar sound that swoops and soars, in such a beautiful tone. Betts enhances Duane’s line by bringing an almost jazz like sense to his blues back beat, moving the song along but with a more interesting backdrop. It’s not a race in musicianship, but about what sounds best in the song. Or “Done Somebody Wrong”, which has a more traditional driving line. But this is where Betts thrives, dancing slowly in forceful scale. The other guitar comes in a mean wailing way. The tones they get are almost like that of a harmonica, and in true blues fashion, it’s all about improv. And if you really want some nifty improve, try “In Memory of Elizabeth Reed.” Around the 4:30 mark, there is this wonderful guitar line that I can’t begin to explain as it feeds off the audience, moving forward and backwards, but always maintaining this wonderful tonality. I often have trouble telling separate guitar lines apart, but the Allman Brothers had a duo so powerful that it didn’t really matter. I am also impressed by Greg Allman, the organist and vocalist of the group. The organ is a very ebullient instrument, capable of dirges for funerals or the racy lines that the Doors would use. Greg Allman had a difficult task, as the organ could very well have been delegated to the backbeat rhythm in songs with such overwhelming guitars. But in times of restraint, the organ’s voice not only enhances, but actualizes some musical power. “Whipping Post” has such wonderful organ segments, capable of rising in what feels like multiple layers, especially right at the choruses opening. This is another of the instruments on the record I think has a great tone. And Greg as a sing, well, go back to “Whipping Post,” where his voice starts so soft but turns into that Louie Armstrong like bellow during the choruses. For a man basically out there on his own, Greg rises above the instruments and manages to push the melody and lyrics to the forefront. “Midnight Rider” uses the vocals as the lead perhaps best of all the songs. Greg sounds desperate yet strong, capturing the songs lyrical essence. And during the “One more silver dollar” line, when his octave jumps, it automatically draws the attention. The song is a great sing along, maybe even chant along. My final point is “Stormy Monday”. I have heard so many versions of this song, thanks in part to a friend’s father wanting a CD with nothing but different versions of this song on it. And I will go ahead and say it; this may be my favorite blues song. It allows infinite variation, dynamic sounds and tons of improv. And the Allman Brother’s version may very well be the best. The guitars are restrained, but enter in at time, in these small lines that just tease us with a taste of the escape they want from out under the thumb of the “blues”. Greg Allman’s organ is a slight dirge like part, perfectly capturing the idea of the stormy day, tickling out from its usual melody in wonderful variations at time. And his solo is one of tonal amazement. The rhythm section, which really drives the song, keep the pace restrained, gradually rising in power as we come into the guitar solo. And the vocals and lyrics of course, are pitch perfect; restrained, sad and capable of conveying honest emotion. The Allman Brothers Band during this time was such a great band, made of so many great musicians. And it was all cut short just 3 months after this performance, when Duane Allman got into a motorcycle accident. But this album stands as a fitting tribute, not to just his prowess, but to how much his music was capable of, but of how much their fans were capable of bringing them to their best. Favorite Track: “Stormy Monday”
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