The Redcoats are coming…soon. But they could also use a little financial support:
I played and marched with the Redcoats in the 1993 and 1994 seasons, and I have to say it’s a beautiful experience for those fortunate enough to participate. While I played in a time that preceded the current piped-in musical selections and national championship teams, the Redcoats and their sound defined the game day experience from pre-game, to kick-off, and to the bitter end (90s version, anyway). My recollection from those seasons was one where the end of game songs were some lonely endeavors unlike today, and, no, we never had an athlete guest-conduct the band.
We also never had anything as cool as this:
Kirby Smart might have had Quavo on the sideline, but to have the Godfather of Soul write a song with your name all over it? Classic. Also, a nice lyrical testament to Erk and his defensive expertise, I must say.
Here’s the studio version:
I can’t find much about the origination of the song itself, except some loose blog articles that it was released three days prior to the November 1st, 1975 Homecoming game versus Richmond. Patrick Garbin has a nice article about it and the adjustments that Erk Russell made to create the defensive machine that we came to know as the Junkyard Dawgs.
As they say, there’s nothing finer in the land…
I love the old GTP banner with Jirny in place of Dooley. I really liked the Dexter Lake Club marquee too.
Let them play, too much piped-in music!!!
Go Redcoats! I share the Senator’s angst about the piped in music. You’ve got the GD UGA Marching Redcoats there – c’mon!
I truly don’t mind the Redcoats fundraising, but am pissed off they need to. With all of the money sloshing around B-M how can they not be sure the band has everything they need?
That James Brown video never gets old. Thanks for sharing.
and the deep dive on the article is pure Southern folklore at its finest: “[Kasay] told of two [junkyard dogs] that guarded Parrish Toyota, one at University Chevrolet, and the junkyard dog at Carter’s Carburetor that was half blind, underfed, and ferocious at night.”
that red headed hippy cat playing the funk base behind JB is awesome!!
How friggin’ old am I? Old enough to have seen that live, more than once. Back before the portal, when college football was a blast…sigh