Celebrate (1975) – Three Dog Night
The moment the needle drops on “Celebrate,” it’s clear this is not the Three Dog Night that dominated AM radio…
The moment the needle drops on “Celebrate,” it’s clear this is not the Three Dog Night that dominated AM radio…
The light is low. The air is thick with the smell of old vinyl and ozone, the kind that clings…
The quiet hum of a late December evening—that is the setting where this singular performance truly begins to breathe. Not…
The year is 1969. The Motown sound, defined by its crisp, driving backbeats and infectious hooks, still ruled the airwaves,…
The memory is crisp: a late autumn evening, the kind where the air holds the smell of chimney smoke and…
The air in the rehearsal space was thick, reportedly thick with humidity and the quiet, almost resentful tension that often…
The moment the needle drops, a certain kind of sonic theater opens up. It’s midnight, maybe later. You’re driving on…
The room was dark, the only light coming from the glowing tubes of the amplifier and the rotating reel-to-reel machine.…
The world shrinks down to a single point when “Old Friends” begins. It’s not the thunder of an opening chord…
It’s 3 AM, and the city outside is nothing but a distant hum. I’m sitting in the dark, the kind…