Merle Haggard & Bonnie Owens – Slowly But Surely
The air in the café hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee and last night’s regret. Outside, the headlights…
The air in the café hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee and last night’s regret. Outside, the headlights…
The rain-slicked asphalt outside catches the neon spill of a late-night diner sign. Inside, the booth is worn vinyl, the…
The needle drops. There is a perceptible breath of tape hiss, that warm, analog blanket that tells you immediately you…
The air in my grandfather’s living room always smelled faintly of old paper and pipe tobacco. It was late, past…
The air in the café hung heavy with the scent of old vinyl and burnt sugar. It was one of…
The air in the café hung thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of brewing coffee. It was late, past…
The air in the 1960s was thick with transition. The raw, street-corner energy of the mid-fifties doo-wop groups, sung under…
The night was cold and late. The car radio, a sputtering filament of sound in the gloom of the interstate,…
It’s late. The car radio crackles to life, a low, orange glow illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale…
The memory is a monochrome photograph: a late-autumn evening, the hiss of a turntable, and a single, flawless baritone voice…