The Hollies – Sorry Suzane
It is late 1969, and the air is thick with change. The monolithic promise of psychedelic freedom is giving way…
It is late 1969, and the air is thick with change. The monolithic promise of psychedelic freedom is giving way…
The year is 1980. The embers of the disco inferno, fueled so brightly by the Bee Gees themselves, were cooling…
The year is 1980. The decade of disco was fading, replaced by the slick, synthesized sheen of new wave and…
The scene is palpable, even half a century later. It’s 1964, and the whisper of the Sunset Strip is a…
I often think about those pivotal moments in an artist’s career—the single song, sometimes a cover, that shifts the whole…
There are songs that crash through the speakers, demanding attention with a brassy fanfare or a searing electric guitar riff.…
The air in the kitchen was thick, not with cigarette smoke, but with the humidity of a late-summer evening in…
The air in the club was thick, smelling of spilled beer, stale cigarettes, and an electricity that only comes when…
There is a moment in the first few seconds of The Byrds’ “I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better” that sounds…
The air in the room changes when that opening figure hits. It is the sound of cold, pure-cut ice, glinting…