George Strait – You Look So Good in Love (1983)
The hum of the highway at two in the morning is a universal sound of lonesomeness. It is, perhaps, the…
The hum of the highway at two in the morning is a universal sound of lonesomeness. It is, perhaps, the…
It’s a sound that smells like the inside of a 1986 Oldsmobile Cutlass, a phantom aroma of stale cigarette smoke…
The memory isn’t of a stadium or a spotlight, but of a specific kind of late-night radio. It’s the hum…
The year is 1984. Nashville is in the midst of a transition, still rooted in the smooth, almost orchestral approaches…
The year is 1980. The decade of disco was fading, replaced by the slick, synthesized sheen of new wave and…
The year is 1980. The decade of disco was fading, replaced by the slick, synthesized sheen of new wave and…
The air in the cab of my old Ford Ranger was thick with the humid static of a late-night AM…
The air in the club is thick with cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and a collective, mounting sense of desperation. It’s…
The year is 1976. The air is thick with the twang of outlaw country and the smooth silk of burgeoning…
The world was loud in 1976. The bicentennial clamor was in the air, rock was turning toward the arena, and…