Bill Haley & His Comets – Calling All Comets (1956)
It is easy, looking back through the rear-view mirror of music history, to reduce Bill Haley & His Comets to…
It is easy, looking back through the rear-view mirror of music history, to reduce Bill Haley & His Comets to…
The air inside the tiny room at 706 Union Avenue—Sun Studio in Memphis—must have been thick with cigarette smoke and…
The track drops in with a snap of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It doesn’t fade; it simply arrives, fully formed in…
The track drops in with a snap of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It doesn’t fade; it simply arrives, fully formed in…
I first heard this piece of music on a cassette tape, late at night, in the pale glow of a…
It’s 3:00 AM on a stretch of highway where the asphalt has begun to look like wet obsidian under the…
The air in the 1950s was thick with the scent of change, a revolution brewing in the rhythm sections of…
The year is 1957. The air is thick with the crackle of possibility, and the rigid walls separating country, blues,…
The year is 1970. The decade that began with idealism was closing in a thick haze of cynicism and confusion.…
The night was thick and humid, one of those late summer evenings where the air itself seemed to hum with…