Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1977
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The first complete, unvarnished history of Southern rock?s legendary and most popular band, from its members? hardscrabble boyhoods in Jacksonville, Florida and their rise to worldwide fame to the tragic plane crash that killed the founder and the band?s rise again from the ashes.
In the summer of 1964 Jacksonville, Florida teenager Ronnie Van Zant and some of his friends hatched the idea of forming a band to play covers of the Rolling Stones, Beatles, Yardbirds and the country and blues-rock music they had grown to love. Naming their band after Leonard Skinner, the gym teacher at Robert E. Lee Senior High School who constantly badgered the long-haired aspiring musicians to get haircuts, they were soon playing gigs at parties, and bars throughout the South. During the next decade Lynyrd Skynyrd grew into the most critically acclaimed and commercially successful of the rock bands to emerge from the South since the Allman Brothers. Their hits ?Free Bird? and ?Sweet Home Alabama? became classics. Then, at the height of its popularlity in 1977, the band was struck with tragedy –a plane crash that killed Ronnie Van Zant and two other band members.
Lynyrd Skynyrd: Remembering the Free Birds of Southern Rock is an intimate chronicle of the band from its earliest days through the plane crash and its aftermath, to its rebirth and current status as an enduring cult favorite. From his behind-the-scenes perspective as Ronnie Van Zant?s lifelong friend and frequent member of the band?s entourage who was also aboard the plane on that fateful flight, Gene Odom reveals the unique synthesis of blues/country rock and songwriting talent, relentless drive, rebellious Southern swagger and down-to-earth sensibility that brought the band together and made it a defining and hugely popular Southern rock band — as well as the destructive forces that tore it apart. Illustrated throughout with rare photos, Odom traces the band?s rise to fame and shares personal stories that bring to life the band?s journey.
For the fans who have purchased a cumulative 35 million copies of Lynyrd Skynyrd?s albums and continue to pack concerts today, Lynyrd Skynyrd is a celebration of an immortal American band.
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The first complete, unvarnished history of Southern rock?s legendary and most popular band, from its members? hardscrabble boyhoods in Jacksonville, Florida and their rise to worldwide fame to the tragic plane crash that killed the founder and the band?s rise again from the ashes.
In the summer of 1964 Jacksonville, Florida teenager Ronnie Van Zant and some of his friends hatched the idea of forming a band to play covers of the Rolling Stones, Beatles, Yardbirds and the country and blues-rock music they had grown to love. Naming their band after Leonard Skinner, the gym teacher at Robert E. Lee Senior High School who constantly badgered the long-haired aspiring musicians to get haircuts, they were soon playing gigs at parties, and bars throughout the South. During the next decade Lynyrd Skynyrd grew into the most critically acclaimed and commercially successful of the rock bands to emerge from the South since the Allman Brothers. Their hits ?Free Bird? and ?Sweet Home Alabama? became classics. Then, at the height of its popularlity in 1977, the band was struck with tragedy –a plane crash that killed Ronnie Van Zant and two other band members.
Lynyrd Skynyrd: Remembering the Free Birds of Southern Rock is an intimate chronicle of the band from its earliest days through the plane crash and its aftermath, to its rebirth and current status as an enduring cult favorite. From his behind-the-scenes perspective as Ronnie Van Zant?s lifelong friend and frequent member of the band?s entourage who was also aboard the plane on that fateful flight, Gene Odom reveals the unique synthesis of blues/country rock and songwriting talent, relentless drive, rebellious Southern swagger and down-to-earth sensibility that brought the band together and made it a defining and hugely popular Southern rock band — as well as the destructive forces that tore it apart. Illustrated throughout with rare photos, Odom traces the band?s rise to fame and shares personal stories that bring to life the band?s journey.
For the fans who have purchased a cumulative 35 million copies of Lynyrd Skynyrd?s albums and continue to pack concerts today, Lynyrd Skynyrd is a celebration of an immortal American band.
From the Back Cover
?This book [is] a guilty pleasure . . . If you ever wore your hair long and marveled at Steve Gaines?s lightnin? guitar fingers on tunes such as ?I Know a Little,? you?ll need to read this one. Just don?t let your mother see it.??The Kansas City Star
“Van Zant dominates the book, and the authors effectively show both his hard-drinking, brawling side, and his softer touches.”?Publishers Weekly
“An admiring biography . . . disturbing and electrifying.”?Kirkus Reviews –This text refers to the Paperback edition.
About the Author
Gene Odom grew up with the original members of the Lynyrd Skynyrd band, later serving as their security manager. He now lives in Inverness, Florida. Gene continues to make personal appearances. When possible he travels with “Coach” Leonard Skinner. They have become close friends over the years. Gene is active in maintaining his popular website www.LynyrdSkynyrdDixie.com Journalist Frank Dorman lives in Richmond, Virginia.
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Chapter 1
Redneck
Early in the fall of 1976, the world’s top rock and roll artists gathered in Hollywood to celebrate their success. The occasion was Don Kirschner’s Annual Rock Awards, a nationally televised show to honor the best of the artists who had appeared on Kirschner’s weekly television show, Rock Concert.
Practically everyone who was anyone in the rock music business had come to the grand old, flamingo pink Beverly Hills Hotel that evening, along with a smattering of TV and movie stars whose presence seemed almost obligatory in a town that once had been ruled by film. Among the musical set were Rod Stewart, flanked by a feedback of beautiful women, Peter Frampton, whose Frampton Comes Alive album would sell eight million copies that year, and the rising songstress Patti LaBelle. Few and barely distinguishable by comparison, the stars of film and television included twelve-year-old Tatum O’Neal, an Oscar winner for her role in the movie Paper Moon; and sixteen-year-old Mackenzie Phillips, who had appeared in American Graffiti.
In the 1970s, the billboards that towered above Sunset Boulevard promoted record albums, not movies, and the biggest cinema star in the building that day wasn’t even there for the show; she was having dinner. Hoping to see the luminaries of rock step from their limos and stroll through the entrance of the world-famous hotel, a large group of spectators was surprised to see her emerge from the lobby. Walking slowly but proudly on the arm of a younger man, this living fossil from Hollywood’s golden age was the once glamorous Mae West, whose eighty-four zestful years had so distorted her face that no one would have recognized her if hotel staff hadn’t announced her name. Minutes later, in the starkest of contrasts came the arrival of one of the greatest divas of the day, the dazzling, ever-radiant Diana Ross, who held the crowd’s gaze as if she were actual royalty. Aglow in the warmth from a score of popping flashbulbs, she responded through bright, beaming eyes and her famous, self-conscious smile, seemingly confident that everyone had come just to see her.
Inside the hotel auditorium, where admission was by invitation only, hundreds of formally attired guests settled into their seats to hear some of the year’s top performing acts. The emcee was Alice Cooper, who started things off with a well-rehearsed temper tantrum that segued into a strange, wonderfully choreographed number in which dancers dressed as spiders moved across the stage while Cooper’s band played. It was big-time show business at its creative best. The aristocracy of the recording industry were being entertained, having come to honor the year’s top performers, the creme de la creme, the ones who had sold the most records. Only in Technicolor dreams could you conceive of a Cinderella setting more unlikely than was set that night for a good ol’ boy from Jacksonville, Florida. Wearing a smile as wide as a Southern drawl as he walked toward center stage, Leon Wilkeson, bass guitar player for the Lynyrd Skynyrd band, accepted the Golden Achievement award for what truly was a remarkable level of accomplishment for a bunch of musical misfits. It was a moment filled with irony.
Leon always enjoyed wearing odd hats, but for this gala affair he’d chosen an entire ensemble, and I’m sure that Hollywood’s smart set wondered how he’d managed to get past the hotel doorman in the godawful get-up he wore. It was a tuxedo, but it wasn’t the traditional James Bond look. The pants and jacket were the customary flat black, but cut with a western flair. The shirt was appropriately white but ruffled from neck to navel. And if that weren’t enough of a fashion faux pas in this discerning crowd of sophisticates, all dressed to the nines, Leon added his own fanciful touch, a white cowboy hat and boots, and a wide leather belt with a pair of pearl-handled pistols in cream-colored holsters. These were unexpected accessories for a musician from a band that didn’t perform Western tunes, especially when one of their top hits, “Saturday Night Special,” is still the most strongly worded anti-handgun pop song ever written.
But regardless of how anyone may have felt about Leon’s attire that evening, it was decidedly more fitting than his usual garb; besides, show business people can wear whatever they want, and he was just having fun. In fact, after the show he danced with Mae West. Leon’s outfit simply affirmed the Southern maxim: you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy. That’s a nice way to say what is often expressed in a single word, a word someone uttered quietly in the back of the auditorium when Leon rose to claim the award.
“Redneck.”
For anyone who doesn’t understand what a redneck is, I should explain. The term originated before the turn of the last century, when most Americans worked on farms and got sunburned necks from being outdoors all day. City dwellers tended to look down on uncultured country folks, and the label was custom-made. If you call a man a redneck today, you’re also calling him ignorant, but that “ain’t no big thing” if you’re a redneck, too. In that case, you’re both just good ol’ boys wherever you live in this country, although a Southern drawl will usually leave no doubt. Jacksonville, Florida, was where the original Lynyrd Skynyrd band members grew up, and most of its residents’ forebears had moved there from the rural areas of Northeast Florida and Southeast Georgia. And for Jacksonville, you didn’t get any more country than the Westside.
Despite the magic of the moment when he stood on that stage in Hollywood, Leon was still just a redneck from the Westside of Jacksonville, Florida, and he never pretended to be otherwise. I’m the same way, and so was my best friend, Ronnie Van Zant, the founding father, chief songwriter and singer, and undisputed leader of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Ronnie had asked Leon to accept the award that night at the Beverly Hills Hotel because Ronnie avoided the limelight when he wasn’t on stage, and besides, getting dressed up wasn’t his style, not even for a prestigious award. For Ronnie, it was jeans and a T-shirt and maybe a hat, unless it was cold, and that’s all it would ever be.
To understand Lynyrd Skynyrd, you have to understand Ronnie Van Zant, who, at the peak of his success, was still the same person he was when he started out. Except for his extraordinary talent and the musical skills of the boys in the band, all of us and the people we grew up with were average rednecks. Like the rest of the folks who lived in our part of town, it was manual labor that put bread on the table, just as it had for every other generation before us. Ronnie’s father, Lacy Van Zant, made his living hauling goods up and down the East Coast in a big rig truck, and his mother, Marion Virginia “Sister” Hicks Van Zant, worked nights in a donut shop. Her grandfather had called her “Sister” as a child, and the nickname stuck. Lacy and Sister met near the end of the Second World War when he was home on leave from the U.S. Navy and she was just fifteen. They started dating when he left the service two years later, and one of their favorite outings was sitting in a car listening to the radio and singing along with the music. After a year-long courtship, Lacy and Marion began a marriage that would last fifty-three years, and together they would raise six children: the oldest was Jo Anne, Lacy’s daughter from a previous marriage, followed by Ronnie, Donnie, Marlene, Darlene, and Johnny.
Lacy was always a good provider, but Sister was the glue that held the family together, especially with Lacy out on the road so much as a truck driver. Sister was a friendly person, generous with everyone she met, but she had a firm side, too, and she was never shy about standing up for what she felt was right, especially if it involved her family. Their house was always open to everybody in the neighborhood, and anyone who ever visited the Van Zants never failed to notice the genuine respect the children had for their parents, and the politeness their kids always showed for each other and for other people.
Lacy and Sister made their home a happy place for their children to grow up in. It was a close, loving family in which the kids were encouraged to enjoy life, to be happy about themselves as individuals, to be proud of who they were in spite of their humble station in life, and to live the American dream without being afraid to fail. It was in this nurturing environment that Ronnie developed his one great dream and all of the confidence he would ever need. The boy loved both of his parents, and as the oldest son of a man who let him be himself, he revered his father. Lacy stressed the value of education, and Ronnie tried hard to be a good student, serving on the school safety patrol in the sixth grade, and sometimes making the honor roll in his upper grades. But just a few credits short of finishing, he withdrew from school toward the end of his senior year.
Leaving high school was a decision Ronnie always regretted, and later in life he confessed that, despite his success, he felt he had failed to live up to his father’s expectations. This wasn’t true, of course, because Lacy’s love for his son was boundless, and yet this feeling followed Ronnie for the rest of his life. It drove him to succeed, and even after he’d done that, it drove him to excel. Many years later, Ronnie told a reporter, “All I can preach is school. That’s where power lies, . . . If I can come out of [Shantytown], you can do it. I made a bad mistake. You gotta have education.” He’d put platinum record albums on his father’s wall, “but never a diploma,” he said.
Ronald Wayne Van Zant was born January 15, 1948, in Jacksonville, Florida, and he lived near the outskirts of town on the city’s Westside. The Van Zants’ home was at the corner of Mull Street and Woodcrest Road. I lived on Mull Street just a few houses away, in a rough, blue-collar area that Ronnie called “Shantytown.” http://lynyrdskynyrddixie.com/lynyrd-skynyrd-products/
Be sure and check out Gene’s Forum. Gene goes into great detail on the background and history of many of the Lynyrd Skynyrd Albums.
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