Dobie Gray 1965 – The In Crowd
The year is 1965, but the scene is late 1964. You’re in a dimly lit, smoke-hazed club somewhere on the…
The year is 1965, but the scene is late 1964. You’re in a dimly lit, smoke-hazed club somewhere on the…
The dial glowed a soft, hypnotic amber. It was late, past three in the morning, the kind of quiet hour…
The late autumn night had a thin, cold rain spitting against the windshield, the kind of weather that pulls the…
The air in the room stills a little when the song drops. It’s a late, rainy Tuesday night, and the…
The room is dark velvet and cigarette smoke, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cheap champagne. A thousand…
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I remember the first time I felt the shockwave. It wasn’t through a concert hall stack or a stadium PA,…
I remember the first time I truly heard it. It wasn’t on a radio broadcast or a music television countdown;…
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The year is 1994. The airwaves are still saturated with the jangly, wistful melancholy of The Cranberries’ debut era. For…