Ray Price – For The Good Times
The air in the room is thick and still. A single lamp casts a yellow circle on the worn table,…
The air in the room is thick and still. A single lamp casts a yellow circle on the worn table,…
The highway hums a different frequency when you listen to The Statler Brothers. It’s a sound rooted deeply in gospel…
The air in the studio must have hung heavy, thick with the smell of old tweed amps and a quiet,…
The air was thick with cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey. It was one of those unforgiving winter nights where the…
The air in the café was thick and dark, smelling of rain-soaked wool and bitter coffee. It was late, the…
The road unwinds in the deep Southern night, asphalt vanishing into the thick darkness. The air in the car is…
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…