The Diamonds – She Say
The year is 1959, and the air crackles with sonic change. The foundational grit of 1950s rock and roll—the raw,…
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…
The window of the night bus is a sheet of black glass, reflecting the fluorescent smear of the cabin lights.…
I remember the first time the needle found the groove. It was on a dusty, beige album platter in the…
The air hung thick and velvet-dark over the rolling hills of Lajatico. It was a summer night under an impossibly…
The winter of 1971 felt perpetually grey, even inside the warm glow of the studio monitors. I can visualize the…