PJ Proby 1965 – Hold Me
There’s a moment in “Hold Me” where the air seems to contract, as if the tape itself inhales. The strings…
There’s a moment in “Hold Me” where the air seems to contract, as if the tape itself inhales. The strings…
There’s a particular hush that lives in the tape of late-’50s and early-’60s pop. You can hear it just before…
It begins like a door thrown open on a humid summer night. You can practically feel the air shift as…
The tape hiss is the first thing I imagine when I cue up “My Little Lady,” as if the band…
I like to imagine the tape rolling before anyone in the room believes a worldwide dance craze is about to…
The first thing you notice is the sway. A soft swing in the drums, a bright chord bloom, and then…
The first thing you notice is the air in the room. Not silence—the soft hiss that tells you tape is…
I keep hearing the click of a tape machine before the music starts—an imaginary cue, the kind you feel in…
Sandie Shaw didn’t just win the Eurovision Song Contest in 1967; she telegraphed a certain kind of British pop poise…
Tommy Roe’s “Dizzy” arrives like a burst of confetti through the radio speaker—bright, buoyant, just a little dizzying in the…