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The Allman Brothers Band - New York City Blues (1971)

Track listing:
  1. Intro 0:05
  2. Statesboro Blues 4:32
  3. Trouble No More 4:18
  4. Don't Keep Me Wondering 3:55
  5. Did Something Wrong 3:50
  6. One Way Out 5:09
  7. tuning up 1:24
  8. (In Memory Of) Elizabeth Reed 11:45
  9. Stormy Monday 8:57
  10. You Don't Love Me-Soul Serenade 19:50
  11. Hot 'Lanta 6:52

Notes

A&R Studios via WPLJ-FM Broadcast
New York, NY

Excellent live studio radio broadcast

at Schaefer Music Festival show?

Here's some more info:
August 26,1971. Just 2 weeks after the death of King Curtis, the ABB performed a live radio broadcast for WPLJ radio station in NYC.

During the broadcast, Duane pauses to reflect on his fallen friend: "About King Curtis - that was one of the finest cats here ever was. He was just right on top of getting next to young people, you know? Its a shame. If y'all get the chance, listen to that album he made out at Fillmore West...Boy, its incredible, it's unbelievable, the power and the emotional stature the man had. He's an incredible human being. At the funeral, boy, Aretha sang and Stevie Wonder played...they played "Soul Serenade." Duane breaks off into the melody of Curtis' signature song, and a few in the audience respond with polite applause of recognition. "Y'all probably a little bit young. It's fantastic. We'll do some of that...yeah, I know where we'll do it..."

Duane and the band jump into the intro for "You Don't Love Me." A little over eight minutes into the song, Duane slows the band, reaching an achingly slow transitional phase, gradually leading everyone into his own version of "Soul Serenade." When Duane plays the melody of the song again, the audience immediately begins clapping along to the sweet melodic tune. Suddenly, Duane jumps in and absolutely cuts the melody to shreds with one of the most moving, heart-felt solos you will ever hear, taking it right up into the stratosphere. Mirroring his words for Curtis, the 'power and emotional stature' of Duane's own very personal and passionate eulogy for his lost friend is delivered as only he can do it - powerfully, lovingly, and gracefully.

Do yourself a favor and listen to it...it will leave you with a lump in your throat, and the hair on the back of your neck standing straight up.

-Tim Hoover "Hittin' the Note" issue 35