Gary Lewis & The Playboys – She’s Just My Style
The first time “She’s Just My Style” really lands, you don’t so much hear it as feel it—an airy glide…
The first time “She’s Just My Style” really lands, you don’t so much hear it as feel it—an airy glide…
I like to imagine the tape starting with a whisper of air, a low thump in the room, and then…
I still hear the tape hiss first—in my imagination, anyway. A reel spooling up, a count-in quietly mouthed off-mic, the…
I think of “Keep Searchin’ (We’ll Follow the Sun)” as the sound of a car pulling onto a dark highway,…
I first hear the knock in my head—two bright taps of strings, a skip of rhythm, and then Mary Hopkin’s…
I first heard “Midnight Train to Georgia” the way it should be heard—long after dark, radio turned low, a city…
I can still hear the count-in that isn’t on the record. In my head there’s a click, a breath, and…
The night air always makes old AM-radio hits sound bigger than they are. Maybe it’s the way darkness strips away…
I like to begin with tape hiss. Before the music has a face, there’s that faint air in the room—the…
I first heard Promises’ “Baby It’s You” on a night drive, that in-between hour when the city empties and radio…