my girlfriend and I recently spent a week and a half in the mountains of north Georgia. On the drive back home, we overnighted in Macon. And, although, much to my chagrin, the Big House Museum wasn’t yet back to its regular hours of operation, we did stand outside for a while. In the rain. We also visited the sites of Duane and Berry’s fatal accidents. And we visited Rose Hill Cemetery, where four of the six original members now rest, side by side. It was a pretty profound moment for me. I’ve been a big fan for much of my life. And, I’d put the ABB up against any other live band that walked the earth, in terms of musicianship, soul and consistency. But are they doomed to just fade from memory, with the band itself essentially dead and buried? Sure, there’s offshoot acts still active. And Derek Trucks is as impressive as anyone else I can think of. But are the Allman Brothers destined to be just a footnote somewhere in the history of American music? I hope not. To me, they may be the greatest American band ever.