I have to devote a whole blog to Layla. It came out in 1970 but I did not start listening to it obsessively until 1972. It means so much to me musically, and sentimentally, due to Duane Allman's ethereal presence.
It also foreshadowes my move to Macon, Georgia later in 1978.
The album has tones and echos of the South- stories and romace and unrequited love. The cover art is beautiful. Every song is a gem, and it was such a collaboration!
Layla itself is a blend of styles that are seamlessly joined like a luxurious garment- it wraps itself around you and holds you in a special place that is timeless. Just listen to it again- it has no trendiness at all.
Lucky for us in 2009 there is a young musician who has inheirited this quality of musical presence. His name is Derek Trucks.
Bell Bottom Blues, don't fade away....
