Crystal Gayle – Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue (1977)
The year is 1977. Bell bottoms still reigned, the air was thick with disco fever, and the radio dials were…
The year is 1977. Bell bottoms still reigned, the air was thick with disco fever, and the radio dials were…
The late 1970s smelled like cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and the faint, electrical tang of a strobe light. It was…
The air in the listening room is thick, not with smoke or anticipation, but with the quiet resonance that only…
The air hung thick and sweet, the kind of late-summer night where the windows were down not for cooling, but…
The year is 1978. The air is thick with the competing sounds of disco’s glittering excess and punk’s defiant sneer.…
The year is 1975. The airwaves are thick with the shimmer of disco and the growl of arena rock, a…
The late 1970s. The air was thick with the scent of vinyl and the promise of a sound that could…
It was a late, humid night, the kind where the air felt thick enough to chew, and the only company…
The humidity hangs heavy and the air conditioner groans—a familiar sound track to a thousand nights spent chasing the ghost…
It is easy to dismiss a spoken-word song from the mid-1970s, especially one drenched in the maudlin syrup of truck-driving…