Marty Robbins and Roy Acuff “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”
The digital world often flattens history, transforming once-rare treasures into easily searchable clips. Yet, there are a few pieces of…
The digital world often flattens history, transforming once-rare treasures into easily searchable clips. Yet, there are a few pieces of…
The late 1970s and early 1980s in Nashville were a fascinating contrast. It was a time when the orchestral sweep…
The air is thick with expectation. The stage lights, perhaps warmer than the cinematic glow of a 1987 blockbuster, cast…
The air in the room is stale, thick with the scent of old wood, spilled beer, and forgotten cologne. It’s…
The year is 1971. The air on country radio is thick with the dust of Bakersfield grit and the heartache…
I was driving through a stretch of Tennessee backroads, the kind where the asphalt is sun-cracked and the only companion…
The radio dial clicks. It’s late, the air outside heavy with the static hum of a quiet town. The sound…
The vinyl drops with a soft, analog thud, the needle finding its groove with a scratch of anticipation. I’m back…
The air was different in 1981. Country music was moving, as it always does, toward the slicker edges of pop…
It’s two in the morning. The highway unfurls like a black, wet ribbon beneath the tires, the air thick with…