Smokey Robinson & The Miracles – You Really Got A Hold On Me
The radio was always a confessional booth in the early sixties, a dark, gleaming chrome box ready to hold a…
The radio was always a confessional booth in the early sixties, a dark, gleaming chrome box ready to hold a…
There are songs that capture a moment, and then there are songs that capture a feeling so universal, so deep…
The memory is not of a high-fidelity playback in some expensive listening room, but of a tinny, slightly overdriven sound.…
The song itself was more a studio construction than a traditional band effort, which only adds to its mystique. Released…
The air in my small studio office tonight is thick with the scent of old vinyl and ozone from the…
The air in the cabin radio station was thick with cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of burnt coffee. It…
The highway rolled out before me, a ribbon of asphalt under a late-autumn sky. The car, an old sedan, smelled…
It’s late, the city has gone quiet, and the only light comes from the glow of an old tube amplifier.…
The camera is close. The lighting is low. There is a palpable tension that has nothing to do with gunfire…
The air in Los Angeles in early 1964 was thick with the strange, exhilarating panic of a cultural takeover. The…