Bobby Vee 1961 – More Than I Can Say
The year is 1961. The sound of rock and roll’s first wave—raw, dangerous, and often deeply regional—is transitioning. It’s becoming…
The year is 1961. The sound of rock and roll’s first wave—raw, dangerous, and often deeply regional—is transitioning. It’s becoming…
The year is 1961. The raw, jagged edges of 1950s rock and roll are being meticulously sanded down, replaced by…
The late spring of 1963 felt like an ending, though few recognized it at the time. The great American rock…
The year is 1970, and the dial of the car radio glows amber in the fading light. You’ve been driving…
The year is 1962. Radio waves crackle with the sound of a cultural sea change, the lingering echo of early…
The late-night static crackles and then, suddenly, a perfectly preserved slice of 1950s rock and roll bursts through the air.…
It is the final frame of an imaginary film, a wide shot across a darkening Great Plains highway. The only…
I remember the exact moment the grit of the 1960s crystallized for me. It wasn’t a pristine Beatles track or…
The late 1960s were an era defined by a clash of textures: the psychedelic swirl against the orchestrated grandeur, the…
The year is 1967. The air is thick with patchouli and psychedelia, but down in the trenches of the pop…