Andy Williams – The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
The door opens on a studio that only exists in memory: a soft tape hiss, a hush before strings take…
The door opens on a studio that only exists in memory: a soft tape hiss, a hush before strings take…
The first time “She’s Just My Style” really lands, you don’t so much hear it as feel it—an airy glide…
I like to imagine the tape starting with a whisper of air, a low thump in the room, and then…
I still hear the tape hiss first—in my imagination, anyway. A reel spooling up, a count-in quietly mouthed off-mic, the…
I think of “Keep Searchin’ (We’ll Follow the Sun)” as the sound of a car pulling onto a dark highway,…
I first hear the knock in my head—two bright taps of strings, a skip of rhythm, and then Mary Hopkin’s…
I first heard “Midnight Train to Georgia” the way it should be heard—long after dark, radio turned low, a city…
I can still hear the count-in that isn’t on the record. In my head there’s a click, a breath, and…
The night air always makes old AM-radio hits sound bigger than they are. Maybe it’s the way darkness strips away…
I like to begin with tape hiss. Before the music has a face, there’s that faint air in the room—the…