Petula Clark 1965 – Downtown
The scene is London, October 1964. Outside, the city is shedding its post-war austerity, its streets beginning to hum with…
The scene is London, October 1964. Outside, the city is shedding its post-war austerity, its streets beginning to hum with…
The first time it hits you, it’s not the voice, though that is formidable. It’s the sheer, uncompromising velocity. Arthur…
The dial glows faintly in the dark, a sliver of light against the mahogany veneer of an old Zenith console.…
The first time you hear it, it hits you not with a thunderclap, but with the quiet, devastating precision of…
The air in 1961 was still vibrating from the cultural seismic event known as “The Twist.” Just months prior, Chubby…
The year is 1957. The neon of Broadway is a fresh slash of color against the humid, darkening air of…
The night was hot and wet, the kind of oppressive humidity that makes a needle stick a little harder in…
The year is 1962. The landscape of American popular music is a battleground of moods: the raw energy of rock…
The car radio, a dim orange glow cutting through the pre-dawn mist on the New Jersey Turnpike, was where I…
The year is 1969. The air still thick with the residue of psychedelia and the first seismic shocks of the…