The Brothers of March

It's always nice to be a New Yorker in March – 74th and Broadway becomes the center of the universe. That is, if you're an Allman Brothers Band fan.  I've probably seen them over a dozen times at the Beacon Theater.  There is no more perfect venue in New York City, in my humble opinion. 

Without losing who they are at the core, the band has evolved into a 7-piece freight train.  If you're not on your own personal A-Game for one of their shows then you're going to get run over.  They bring it.  Night after night.  And they do it for many, many, many nights. 

Now, I say they've evolved into what they are -- some would argue they always were.  I'd refer them to the stuff that was coming out in the late 70's and 80's from those guys.  But that's neither hip nor funky.  Point is -- they bleepin' rock.  And they never cease to impress me.  Derek Trucks may single handedly -- or double handedly -- steer that ship each night.  I mean, yes it's easier to coast when you have Oteil, Butch, Jaimoe and Marc as a rhythm section...but he really is the motor to that vessel.  But that isn't to say that any one of them is more important than the other.  They are a band.  And it's a well known fact that I'm an enormous fan of Warren's.  And Gregg is singing better than he has in years.  

It's an experience.  And I'm glad it's March.