Deep Purple – Child In Time
It is an auditory experience, not a song. It begins in a space of monastic calm, the air thick and…
It is an auditory experience, not a song. It begins in a space of monastic calm, the air thick and…
The lights dim just a fraction. There is a palpable hush, the kind of stillness that precedes a great intake…
The year is 1960, and the stage of the Grand Ole Opry—that weathered, glorious church of country music—is bathed in…
The radio hissed, the tubes still warming, throwing a faint, amber glow across the dashboard of my father’s old pickup…
The cassette tape was labeled in my father’s precise, fading hand: “Early Stuff.” It was a patchwork compilation, mostly crackling…
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…