Gene Watson – The Fightin’ Side of Me
It begins not with a blare, but with a palpable sense of duty. An almost reverential hush precedes the first…
It begins not with a blare, but with a palpable sense of duty. An almost reverential hush precedes the first…
The Valley of Jimmy Brown: Context and Career Peak The story of “The Three Bells” is the story of a…
To understand this particular recording, you must first place Roy Clark. By the 1970s, he was less a musician and…
It’s late. Not just late, but the quiet, indigo hour that precedes the first pale wash of morning. The world…
It’s late afternoon, the sun low enough to throw long shadows across a recording console that has seen decades of…
The stage lights dim, settling on a collection of acoustic instruments that gleam under the focused beams. It’s a scene…
The late-night radio dial glowed a soft, anachronistic blue, a beacon in the digital darkness. It was nearly one a.m.,…
The year is 1956. The music landscape is a fractured map: rock and roll is a nascent, dangerous whisper; the…
The late autumn air was damp and cold, clinging to the windows of the old kitchen. I remember the low,…
The air is cool, the kind that hints at a long night, and the car radio is low—just loud enough…