Goodnight Tonight – Paul McCartney Wings
The late 1970s. The air hung thick with the shimmering dust of mirrored balls, the throb of four-on-the-floor kick drums,…
The late 1970s. The air hung thick with the shimmering dust of mirrored balls, the throb of four-on-the-floor kick drums,…
The mid-1960s air was thick with the polished harmonies and tailored suits of the British Invasion. Clean, precise, often studio-perfected,…
The light is always low in my memory of this song. It’s late—the kind of late where the local AM…
The air in the garage was thick with humidity and the metallic tang of cheap beer. It was 1965, and…
The mid-1960s were a kaleidoscopic blur of British youth culture washing ashore in America. The charts were dominated by the…
The radio dial clicks—a fleeting moment of static, the distant roar of a 1960s city night outside—and then the sound…
The air in my late-night study is thick with the smell of old paper and the quiet drone of the…
The sound hits you not like a wave, but like a sudden, humid gust of wind—one that smells faintly of…
The night was deep blue and the road was a strip of wet asphalt reflecting the neon glow of a…
The air hung thick and sweet, the kind of late-summer night where the windows were down not for cooling, but…