Chuck Berry – You Can’t Catch Me
The sound of Chuck Berry is the sound of an engine turning over in a dark garage, the promise of…
The sound of Chuck Berry is the sound of an engine turning over in a dark garage, the promise of…
The year is 1960. Rock and roll, barely five years old, has already changed everything, yet the airwaves are not…
The air in the studio must have been charged with a volatile electricity. It was 1957, and Jack Leroy Wilson…
The air in the diner hung thick and greasy, the fluorescent lights buzzing an off-key accompaniment to the jukebox in…
The air in the little diner booth was thick with the smell of stale coffee and fryer grease. Outside, the…
The air in the room changes when the needle drops on this track. It’s an immediate, visceral response—a sudden infusion…
The air in the late 1950s music scene was thick with the sweet, polished sheen of vocal groups and the…
It is three o’clock in the morning. Not the polished, neon-drenched three o’clock of a late-night talk show, but the…
The sound hits you first, even through the thin membrane of an old vinyl transfer or the compressed signal of…
The studio air in 1957 must have been thick with a nervous, almost tangible energy. You could practically smell the…