Robert & Richard Mizzell – Walk The Line
The first few notes of Robert Mizzell’s “Walk The Line Revisited,” featuring his father, Richard, do not explode from the…
The first few notes of Robert Mizzell’s “Walk The Line Revisited,” featuring his father, Richard, do not explode from the…
It’s late. The kitchen light is dim, a cold front moving in outside. The radio—not a digital stream, but a…
The memory of the first time I truly heard this piece of music is clear: a late Friday evening, the…
The neon signs of Lower Broadway in Nashville blur in my memory, painted by the rain of a long-ago night.…
The road unwinds under the dim sweep of the late-night radio, the kind of forgotten highway where all the big-city…
The long miles of a late-night drive are often soundtracked by ghosts. Not the rattling, supernatural kind, but the echoes…
It’s late, the kind of late where the neon signs of the city have long since been turned down, and…
The roar of the crowd at a major awards show is a chaotic thing—a thousand small enthusiasms braided into one…
The vinyl crackle is the sound of a match being struck in the dark. It’s 1973. Nashville, for all its…
The house lights dim. There is a perceptible shift in the air, a respectful hush that settles over a crowd…