Neil Diamond – Cracklin Rosie (1970)
The air in the cabin radio station was thick with cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of burnt coffee. It…
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…
The air in the listening room is thick with a kind of gilded, cinematic melancholy. It is a quiet Sunday…
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…