This shot was taken in the bathroom of the Holiday Inn before Duane, my ex-wife Rebecca, and I ate dinner at my mom's place - the rest of the band ate in the hotel and got sick. To me, the soul of the Allman Brothers Band died when Duane passed away. The day he died, I walked the streets of San Francisco for about 14 hours. He was just one of the guys. He's been gone over 25 years now, and his music is still as fresh as it was the day he wrote it.
- Jim Marshall