You Turn Me On – Ian Whitcomb
The mid-1960s were a kaleidoscopic blur of British youth culture washing ashore in America. The charts were dominated by the…
The mid-1960s were a kaleidoscopic blur of British youth culture washing ashore in America. The charts were dominated by the…
The radio dial clicks—a fleeting moment of static, the distant roar of a 1960s city night outside—and then the sound…
The air in my late-night study is thick with the smell of old paper and the quiet drone of the…
The sound hits you not like a wave, but like a sudden, humid gust of wind—one that smells faintly of…
The night was deep blue and the road was a strip of wet asphalt reflecting the neon glow of a…
The cassette tape is worn, the label peeling slightly at the corner. It’s midnight on a coastal highway, the radio…
The night was hot, the basement air thick with the smell of stale beer and ozone from abused amplifiers. I…
The lights are low, not in a grand concert hall, but in the intimate theater of memory. For a generation,…
The year is 1966. The air is thick with the scent of chrome, cheap beer, and ambition. On a dingy…
The air in the Flamingo Club must have been thick with cigarette smoke and sweat, a humid counterpoint to the…