My Cross to Bear
For the first time, rock music icon Gregg Allman, one of the founding members of The Allman Brothers Band, tells the full story of his life and career in My Cross to Bear. No subject is taboo, as one of the true giants of rock ’n’ roll opens up about his Georgia youth, his long struggle with substance abuse, his string of bad marriages (including his brief union with superstar Cher), the tragic death of brother Duane Allman, and life on the road in one of rock’s most legendary bands.
never went out on a date again. Later on in life—when I was old enough not to get smacked for asking something like this—I asked her about it. She said, “I was so afraid that some belligerent guy would come around here and knock you boys around, and I’d have to kill him, and I didn’t want that to happen.” At first I didn’t believe her. I thought that maybe she just didn’t want the confusion, but I didn’t know that much about life and love, I guess. Still, my mother knew how to wield a switch,
thinking, “This Jaimoe guy is the hippest cat in the whole crowd,” and he still is. It’s like my brother always said, “I started with Jaimoe, and then we put the band together.” Jaimoe is all right, man. Nothing has changed with him—he’s the same cat who came from Gulfport, Mississippi, and happened to be in Muscle Shoals at the same time my brother was. It was fate. Jaimoe is the strangest man I’ve met in my life, but I don’t mean strange in a bad sense at all. He certainly didn’t belong in any
restaurant, the H&H. It’s always been hard for me to accept any kind of handout or charity, or anything that even resembles it. A lot of times, I’d go down to her place and I wouldn’t even order nothing, I’d just wait for the other guys to finish eating. Eventually, I learned that she really loved us and believed in us, and so when she would offer me some food, I’d eat it, but I swore to myself that I would pay her back, no matter how long it took. I have always cared for her: Louise Hudson is a
perfect one could make up for a whole bunch of loud ones. There are a lot of our shows that I haven’t listened to yet, and the reason is simple: one day, I’m going to be a fucking jaded old man, and if I can listen to some shit from back in the day that I ain’t never heard before—well, shit, do you know how happy that will make this old man’s heart? If I could hear something my brother played, it will take me right back in time to that moment. That’s why I always used to save me a taste—I was
is when disco was just taking off, so we did some dirty dancing; a little of this, and a little of that. She had one drink, while I had my twenty-one, of course. After dancing, we went to a Polynesian place, which had really good food. It really was a glorious night, just a great time. When we got back to her place, she took me out to her rose garden, and all the roses were just starting to bloom with the scent jumping off them. We’re standing out there, and all of a sudden, she said, “No,