So today marks the day that (IMO) the greatest guitarist to ever play had his fatal motorcycle wreck 40 years ago in Macon, GA. Duane was only 24 when he died, so there's no telling how great he'd be if he were still around today. I'm 24 right now and can't imagine picking up a guitar and making the noise he did with it!
I live about 30 mins north of Macon and have been meaning to go visit the Big House (the old Allman bro's home, now turned into a museum), Rose Hill Cemetery, where Duane and Barry Oakley, as well as Elizabeth Reed are buried. There is also H&H restaurant, where the Allman Bros ate whenever they came back through Macon. Mrs. Louise, who cooked back in the 60's, still cooks there today and tells stories about the Allman Bros band coming in all the time! They even took her on tour a few times! Also, Molly Hatchet and Wet Willy ate here a lot. She is an old Southern black lady, so you know the food is freaking awesome (stereotyping, I know...but it's true)! Finally, there is the intersection where Duane had his wreck...and a few miles up the road is the intersection where Barry Oakley had his wreck; both died in motorcycle wrecks not even a year apart and not even 2 miles from each other. If any of y'all live close, you should go check it out sometime.
Anyway, to get off my 'Visit Macon' advertising, Duane was a badass guitarist who died way too young. I'm sure if you've read all this, you're an Allman Bros fan, so play a song for Duane today! Here's some rare 30 minute footage of him at the Love Valley Music Festival playing a 30 minute improvised guitar solo during the song 'Mountain Jam' on his 1957 goldtop Les Paul.