CW McCall (Convoy)
The sound hits you not with a guitar riff or a drum crack, but with a sudden, startling burst of…
The sound hits you not with a guitar riff or a drum crack, but with a sudden, startling burst of…
I remember exactly where I was the first time I heard the full studio (or rather, “live”) recording of “Night…
The holiday season arrives each year with an enormous, predictable playlist. We settle into the familiar narratives: snow, romance, chimney…
The sound of 1973 was, in many ways, an exercise in excess: stadium rock anthems, sprawling prog epics, and funk…
The car radio, that ancient, ubiquitous altar of pop culture, is where the best songs live forever. It doesn’t matter…
The air in the studio, reportedly a humble New Orleans space, must have been thick with cigarette smoke and the…
There are some songs that simply exist outside the clamor of the chart wars, pieces of music that feel less…
It is a sound that smells of stale beer and hot asphalt, a sound born under the sticky summer moon…
The year is 1980. George Burns, a man who had already lived long enough for two full careers, was ninety-four…
The best performances are often accidental miracles. They are the moments when a meticulously crafted studio recording, which stands as…