Johnny Mathis – Unforgettable
It’s late, the kind of midnight hour where the city outside softens to a watercolor blur, and the only true…
It’s late, the kind of midnight hour where the city outside softens to a watercolor blur, and the only true…
The year is 1958. The air in the recording studio, we can imagine, was thick with the scent of acetate…
The room is dark. The air smells vaguely of stale popcorn and cheap hairspray. A single, exposed microphone hangs in…
I remember the chill of that first listen. Not the chill of a New York winter, though the film paints…
The velvet drape of night falls, and in the amber glow of a lonely bar, the song begins. It never…
The needle drops, and immediately the room changes temperature. It’s not the raw, garage-band heat of early rock and roll,…
It starts with a heartbeat, a drum kick that lands hard and fast, immediately out of breath. It doesn’t fade…
The year is 1965, but the scene is late 1964. You’re in a dimly lit, smoke-hazed club somewhere on the…
The dial glowed a soft, hypnotic amber. It was late, past three in the morning, the kind of quiet hour…
The late autumn night had a thin, cold rain spitting against the windshield, the kind of weather that pulls the…