Jeannie C. Riley – Harper Valley P.T.A.
The year is 1968, and the world is on fire. From Chicago to Paris, the old order is being challenged,…
The year is 1968, and the world is on fire. From Chicago to Paris, the old order is being challenged,…
The sound of a Nashville bar at 2 AM is usually a grinding, syncopated roar—the distant thunder of a kick…
The memory is as crisp as a cold night drive. I was heading east on a long stretch of interstate,…
There are certain songs that don’t just exist within the music zeitgeist; they become cornerstones of the culture, defining moments…
There are songs that hit the charts, and then there are songs that reshape the landscape. Sam Hunt’s piece of…
It was late. Not just clock-late, but soul-late. I remember the exact moment the song clicked, not in a brightly…
The year is 1971. The air in Nashville’s Bradley’s Barn studio, despite the humidity of the South, feels focused, almost…
The late-night static of an old AM radio, tuned just past the fringe of the dial, used to be the…
The air in the listening room was thick and low-lit, the kind of space where sonic textures are meant to…
I remember exactly where I was the first time I heard the opening, a cappella line of “When It Rains…