Dwight Yoakam – Guitars, Cadillacs
It’s late, the kind of late where the neon signs are just smudges of color against the blacktop and the…
It’s late, the kind of late where the neon signs are just smudges of color against the blacktop and the…
It’s 2 AM, the parking lot asphalt still warm with the heat of a forgotten summer day, and the blue…
The air in the listening room is still, just after midnight. A single tube light hums softly in the periphery,…
There is a moment in the dead of night, usually between two and four in the morning, when the world…
I remember the late 90s radio landscape vividly. It was a cacophony of bubblegum pop, surging alternative rock, and the…
The moment the track begins, it feels like the door to a smoky, clapboard roadhouse is swinging open. There is…
The rain outside the Herzog Studio in Cincinnati on August 30, 1949, must have sounded like a drumroll to despair.…
There are certain songs that don’t just recount a life; they are a life, condensed into three indelible minutes of…
The memory is indelible: a late-night drive, the headlights cutting a tunnel through the humid darkness, and the radio dial…
The late 1990s airwaves were a curious blend of pop sheen and country twang. Nashville’s output had already begun its…