The Swinging Blue Jeans 1963 – Hippy Hippy Shake
I remember it was a Saturday morning, the kind where the grey light of a British winter was trying, and…
I remember it was a Saturday morning, the kind where the grey light of a British winter was trying, and…
The year is 1965. Britain is midway through its seismic cultural shift, the sound of the ‘Merseybeat’ is giving way…
The air in my tiny studio apartment was thick with dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. I was…
It starts with a swaggering, unapologetic riff—two bars of pure, unvarnished rock and roll conviction. This isn’t the breezy, effortless…
The story starts not in a glittering Las Vegas showroom or on a glossy movie set, but in the close,…
I’m standing in a record shop’s archival corner, the air thick with the faint, sweet dust of old paper sleeves.…
The world spins faster when Dusty is on the turntable. It is an immediate, intoxicating rush, a sound engineered not…
The rain-slicked streets of Liverpool in early 1966 must have felt a world away from the gleaming sonic future of…
The twilight of 1959. The air in London was crackling with change, a nervous anticipation of the decade to come.…
It’s late, the kind of hour where the world outside seems muted, pressed down by the final, dense blanket of…