Please Be with Me: A Song for My Father, Duane Allman by Allman Galadrielle

Author:Allman, Galadrielle [Allman, Galadrielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781588369604
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2014-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

Donna heard a knock on the door at College Street and opened it on a handsome man with the pale blue eyes of a husky and the wild curls of a cherub. He was completely covered in dust and had dark circles under his eyes, but his smile was very sweet.

“Hey, I’m Kim. Is Gregg here?”

Kim Payne and Gregg had hit it off right away when they met in Los Angeles at the end of 1968. They were introduced by the singer of the band Kim roadied for, the Rockin’ Gibraltars. Kim was from Montgomery, Alabama, and had the loose-limbed gait of a man used to straddling a motorcycle. His voice was the sound of home to Gregg, that soothing southern sound girls out west couldn’t resist. They became running mates immediately, and they were never alone for long. Gregg knew lots of girls, and some of them were willing to put up Kim and his friends for weeks at a time. But Kim said, “You can only puke on someone’s rug so many times before you’re not welcome.”

Like soaring birds suddenly slicked up with grease from a polluted sea, it wasn’t easy to stay free in that dirty town. In a blink you’d go from riding high to having nothing. They’d run out of money, and Gregg would sell a song for a couple hundred bucks, and they’d keep partying for a month or more, drinking Red Mountain Wine, which had no mention of grapes on its label and cost $1.49 for a gallon. That and a handful of the ’nal sisters—Tuinal and Seconal—and they’d have a nice buzz. Mornings were rough, especially when you weren’t sure where you’d sleep that night.

They were both getting burned-out and down to no money when Duane called.

Kim asked Gregg with a little smile, “You ain’t gonna give all this up, are you?” Gregg said he wasn’t sure he was ready to go back to being in a band with his bro, but in the end he couldn’t resist.

Kim drove Gregg to the airport in a borrowed car dragging its front bumper, and when they said goodbye, Gregg told him that he would send for him as soon as his band was up and running. Kim was sure he’d never see Gregg again, but a couple of weeks later, Gregg called him and told him to head to Macon, Georgia, if he wanted a gig as a roadie. Kim told him he’d need gas money, and Gregg wired him fifty dollars.

“Well, that was more money than I’d seen, almost ever,” Kim said later, “so I went out and busted up my head and my bike. I had to replace my clutch lever and my brake pedal. I had thirty-seven dollars and eighty cents to make it three thousand miles.”

Just outside the city, Kim got pulled over by a California Highway Patrol officer for riding someone’s bumper. Kim had paid a visit to a gal he knew to get some provisions for the road. She was a nurse and had given him some “diet pills.

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