Gene Watson – Farewell Party
It’s 2 AM, the parking lot asphalt still warm with the heat of a forgotten summer day, and the blue…
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…
I was sitting in my car late one evening, pulling into the driveway after a long day of reviewing music…