I love it when I find out something I thought I knew isn't true.
It's such a great story - Duane Allman dies crashing his motorcycle into a peach truck, and the boys in the band name the next album Eat a Peach. It's got such perfect literary depth, too:
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
Turns out it's just a story stoned college students tell one another. It wasn't a peach truck. And it wasn't Eliot.
Sigh.
Posted by John Fleck at November 22, 2003 07:16 PM