Tail of the Weak is a series of insights and musical memories from the mind of Uncle Dave Griffin, singer/songwriter and founder of the Annual Gram Parsons Guitar Pull and Tribute Festival, from Waycross, Georgia. Merry Christmas to all who chance to read this—Tail of the Weak 3.51—just one of the many holiday memories from the mind of Uncle Dave Griffin. And as my disclaimer says, “It might not be very merry; but, it is a vivid memory”. I've owned a lot of vehicles since cr

Tail of the Weak is a series of insights and musical memories from the mind of Uncle Dave Griffin, singer/songwriter and founder of the Annual Gram Parsons Guitar Pull and Tribute Festival, from Waycross, Georgia. On those long, lazy weekends of my childhood, we played outdoors on Doghill—in neighbor James Cocke's backyard pasture, once inhabited by a large bull that Big Granny, James's granddaddy, J. F. Lotz, had owned. We wore that pasture out, playing baseball, soccer, an

Tail of the Weak is a series of insights and musical memories from the mind of Uncle Dave Griffin, singer/songwriter and founder of the Annual Gram Parsons Guitar Pull and Tribute Festival, from Waycross, Georgia. Like I said, when I found myself unemployed as a musician, the down time didn't last for long. Sweetbriar, my first band, went from mid-1974 until early 1975, when we morphed into Homegrown, then joined up with Eddie Middleton for a three-year run as Down Home Band

Tail of the Weak is a series of insights and musical memories from the mind of Uncle Dave Griffin, singer/songwriter and founder of the Annual Gram Parsons Guitar Pull and Tribute Festival, from Waycross, Georgia. They didn't call me “Head-on Dave” for nothin'. While I never, ever was involved in a head-on collision with another automobile, wildlife was another story...or two. When I was 14, I loved to traipse around the woods behind Greg Griffin's Doghill house with a .22 r

Tail of the Weak is a series of insights and musical memories from the mind of Uncle Dave Griffin, singer/songwriter and founder of the Annual Gram Parsons Guitar Pull and Tribute Festival, from Waycross, Georgia. After the breakup of the Down Home Band in October 1978, I didn't quite know what to do with myself. I had spent the last four years playing music for a living; and the prospect of finding a real job wasn't near as exciting. Yet, I buckled down, moved to Valdosta,