Barry White – Cant Get Enough Of You Love Babe
The heat of the summer of 1974 was measured less in degrees Fahrenheit and more in the surging, silken swell…
The heat of the summer of 1974 was measured less in degrees Fahrenheit and more in the surging, silken swell…
The dial glows faintly in the pre-dawn kitchen, spitting static and bursts of rhythm and blues into the quiet air.…
The air was always cool in the back of my father’s old Ford Galaxie. It was a sensory-saturated cocoon against…
The air in 1964 was electric, crackling with the frenetic energy of youth and the sound of electric guitar feedback.…
The year is 1964. The airwaves were being violently remade by the roar of the British Invasion—a deluge of electric…
The air in the café was thick with the ghost of cigar smoke and the faint, sweet scent of gardenia.…
The memory is cinematic, played out under the lurid glow of a diner sign on a two-lane blacktop. The car…
The world outside the terminal felt sterile, jet-lagged, and utterly alien. You know that moment after a long, disorienting overseas…
The air in the studio was thick with the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and freshly cut lacquer. It…
The late 1950s—the transition point. Rock and roll had crashed the gates, but the quiet storms of vocal pop still…