We’ll Sing in the Sunshine – Gale Garnett
The summer of 1964 was a strange, exciting pivot point. The British Invasion was cresting, throwing sonic thunderbolts across the…
The summer of 1964 was a strange, exciting pivot point. The British Invasion was cresting, throwing sonic thunderbolts across the…
It’s late, maybe 2 AM, and the car radio—a cheap dial-flipper in a memory of a 1960s convertible—pulls in a…
The needle drops, and immediately, you are somewhere else. It’s 1963. The air is thick with the scent of cheap…
The needle drops, and the air itself thickens. It’s late, the kind of hour where city sounds die down and…
The world of 1962 R&B was a landscape of big voices, surging arrangements, and often, songs written by a professional…
The air was thick with smoke, cheap perfume, and a frantic energy that hadn’t been seen on a dance floor…
It begins not with a melody, but with a pulse. A nervous, elegant, slightly lopsided heartbeat that instantly sets it…
The year is 1962. Before the roar of the British Invasion changed everything, American pop music lived in a delicate,…
The year is 1956. The music landscape is a fractured map: rock and roll is a nascent, dangerous whisper; the…
The air hung thick with possibility in the winter of 1956. Rock and Roll was less a genre then and…