ABBA – The Winner Takes It All
There’s a hush at the start, the kind of hush that makes you lean forward before the first note arrives.…
There’s a hush at the start, the kind of hush that makes you lean forward before the first note arrives.…
It starts with a memory of late-night radio—the kind where the room is dark, the dial glows a little warmer…
There’s a particular kind of night when a city feels like it’s exhaling—after the commuters vanish, before the clubs empty.…
I first hear it where it belongs: drifting out of a car radio at midnight, the road empty, the yellow…
The memory arrives like radio static at midnight: a lonely dashboard clock, two red digits, and the sudden swell of…
The first time “Too Late for Goodbyes” really landed for me was not on a reissue or a playlist, but…
There are songs that arrive with fireworks, and there are songs that move in like moonlight. Bryan Adams’ “Heaven” is…