Walk Right In – The Rooftop Singers
It’s 1962. The folk revival is cresting, still largely a world of earnest college students, smoky Greenwich Village coffee houses,…
It’s 1962. The folk revival is cresting, still largely a world of earnest college students, smoky Greenwich Village coffee houses,…
The year is 1976. The air is thick with disco shimmer and the fading roar of stadium rock. Yet, in…
The air in the listening room is thick with a manufactured nostalgia, a carefully engineered sound that only the high-fidelity…
The radio dial spins through a haze of static and late-night whispers. It’s a moment of profound atmospheric solitude. Then,…
The memory is not of a dance floor or a teenage sock hop, but a stretch of lonely, dark highway,…
The needle drops—or perhaps, in the modern age, the stream initializes—and a moment of perfect, minor-key melancholy floods the air.…
A classic is only classic because of its adaptability—its core melody and lyric capable of shedding one skin for another,…
The sound of rain on a pane of glass. That is the texture that comes to mind when the opening…
The world of 1969 was fractured, spinning on an axis of change that was both exhilarating and terrifying. In the…
The memory is not of a stadium, not at first. It is of a garage in the humid summer of…