The Coasters – Along Came Jones
The moment the needle drops, a certain kind of sonic theater opens up. It’s midnight, maybe later. You’re driving on…
The moment the needle drops, a certain kind of sonic theater opens up. It’s midnight, maybe later. You’re driving on…
The room was dark, the only light coming from the glowing tubes of the amplifier and the rotating reel-to-reel machine.…
The world shrinks down to a single point when “Old Friends” begins. It’s not the thunder of an opening chord…
The year is 1959. Elvis is in the Army, rock and roll’s first, wild burst is morphing, and the vacuum…
It was a cold, high sound, utterly foreign to the pop charts of 1970. It drifted in like mist over…
The year is 1975, and the lights are low. Not the glamorous, high-wattage spotlights of a sold-out arena, but the…
The needle drops, and for a moment, the world outside the speakers—the grit and hustle of 1960s America, the relentless…
The wind had been knocked out of the sails of pop music, and nobody knew it yet. It was 1966,…
The scene is always the same in my memory: a late-night drive, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold…
The air hangs thick and sweet on a late-summer night, the kind of stillness that invites memory. Out on the…