Louis Armstrong – Hello Dolly
The world had gone monochrome. Specifically, it had gone Beatles monochrome. By the spring of 1964, the Fab Four were…
The world had gone monochrome. Specifically, it had gone Beatles monochrome. By the spring of 1964, the Fab Four were…
The first sound is a sonic detonation. It’s a riot of frantic keys and a voice that sounds like it’s…
It’s 1960, and the American promise is humming—often with the sound of a rhythm and blues beat barely disguised by…
It’s an image burned into the collective American unconscious: a darkened street corner, perhaps under the glow of a lone…
The year is 1959, and the air crackles with sonic change. The foundational grit of 1950s rock and roll—the raw,…
It’s easy to look back at the dawn of the 1960s and see a clean line between the doo-wop of…
The late 1950s in America felt less like a decade’s end and more like an endless, sun-drenched Saturday afternoon. The…
The year is 1972. I’m huddled close to the radio dial, the chrome bezel warm under my hand. The music…
The year is 1959. Rock and roll was still a visceral, slightly dangerous promise, but in the mainstream of American…
The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of old paperbacks and stale coffee. It was late, perhaps…