Allman Joy or Raisinettes
Phil Walden looked robust, but a little bleary-eyed, when I saw him just before the Sea Level show at Atlanta's Capri Theatre. "Been up 'til five the past two nights," he said. "Been talking with Gregg and Dickey." In the same room? Around us in Sea Level's dressing room, the band was getting ready.
Allman Joy or Raisinettes
Sea Level
by
Tom Dupree
Phil Walden looked robust, but a little bleary-eyed, when I saw him just before the Sea Level show at Atlanta's Capri Theatre. "Been up 'til five the past two nights," he said. "Been talking with Gregg and Dickey."
In the same room?
Around us in Sea Level's dressing room, the band was getting ready. Chuck Leavell's characteristic energy and enthusiasm was coming out in playful keyboard runs; Randall Bramblett was clutching a soprano sax and guffawing as he discussed the pro wrestling circuit; Davis Causey chorded idly on his guitar; Lamar Williams studied his bass fretboard intently; Jimmy Nalls was back-slapping and yukking with friends; George Weaver lounged in his chair and steeled himself for the show. Phil watched all this for a second and said, "They're talking about getting back together again." What, Allman and Betts? Phil waved his drink hand in a circle. "Everybody."
"Gregg's... looking to get the Brothers back together. Chuck Leavell"