Allman Brothers - Whipping Post
Summer Songs #9
This isn’t just one summer. It’s many summers. It’s 1974 in my cousin’s backyard with her drunken husband. It’s 1975 at a Grumman employee picnic. It’s 1978 on our way to a music festival in Jersey featuring the Allmans, the Dead and maybe the Outlaws or one of those other southern rock bands. It’s 1980 on the last day of high school. It’s always summer with the Allman Brothers. They were a band you pulled out when the temperatures got hot, when the car windows were down, when there were kegs and Frisbees and long nights stuck on a mountain with Eagle Scouts (yes, I do have a really long story about that one).
This is the song you all sang and played air guitar together to on a hot summer night in someone’s yard when their parents were out of town. This is so many summers of my childhood, of my youth and I know I can never relive those summers again but damn if I’m not going to sit here right now and listen to this like it’s 1978 and I’m about to be late for summer school.