Allman Brother Band -At Fillmore East

At Fillmore East

The Allman Brothers were master musicians, everyone well agrees. They wrote good enough songs, but their studio albums are for the most part quite good but not spectacular. There are a few occasions when they open up instrumentally, like in "Mountain Jam," and within limits on some shorter songs, but basic song structures are more the thing. However, there was that time at Fillmore East...

The songs on this CD, only seven, were originally in an album released as a double LP. Two of the tracks were long enough to each take up an entire LP side. Gregg Allman on keyboards, Dickie Betts on guitar, Berry Oakley on bass, Butch Trucks and Jaimoe Jai Johanny on percussion, do they ever jam and solo. And a man named Duane Allman, on guitar. I sometimes wonder if you sat down 1,000 people who had never heard this CD, played it for them, and asked them afterward whether they think Duane was a mere mortal, would any vote yes? Actually, my case is more rudimentary. I need only listen to "In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed." I hold my breath when Gregg's shimmering organ following "Hot 'Lanta" introduces this incredible performance by Duane and the rest. When I mention my favorite Allman Brothers "song," I speak in terms of studio, saying "Jessica"--it is a wonderful instrumental, with good soloing, but within a basic structure. But this live version of "In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed" is a step beyond, into free-flowing improvisation that confounds one's sense of the limitations of what can be achieved in music. Can anything be described as less limited in comparison to this display of sheer instrumental genius?

This brilliant live album has had its praises sung for it over and over, but great albums can still be uneven, at least to a certain extent. In "Live at Fillmore East," there is only excellent and better, from the opening slides of Duane's guitar on "Statesboro Blues" to the tired breaths uttering "I'm dying" at the end of "Whipping Post." The latter and the other extended number, "You Don't Love Me," contain terrific long jams that slow down in tempo in their later parts and shift some gears, with even a little hamming. I enjoy a couple of really cool chugging guitar sections in the latter part of "You Don't Love Me." However, "Whipping Post" is superior--it is more absolutely breathtaking guitar work, by Duane and Dickie Betts. "Hot 'Lanta" has a great steady-driving motif providing a good base for fiery soling, and is also brilliant. "Storm Monday" is a slower, atmospheric number. Beginning with Gregg's glowing organ, this song radiates a gorgeous texture featuring organ glides and Betts' sweet guitar licks.

Duane had more successes before his unfortunate early death, including his masterful work on Layla in partnership with Eric Clapton. But this will always be his finest moment, as well as that of this legendary Southern Rock group.