Leroy Van Dyke – The Auctioneer Song
The year is 1956. The music landscape is a fractured map: rock and roll is a nascent, dangerous whisper; the…
The year is 1956. The music landscape is a fractured map: rock and roll is a nascent, dangerous whisper; the…
The air hung thick with possibility in the winter of 1956. Rock and Roll was less a genre then and…
The sound of Chuck Berry is the sound of an engine turning over in a dark garage, the promise of…
The year is 1960. Rock and roll, barely five years old, has already changed everything, yet the airwaves are not…
The air in the studio must have been charged with a volatile electricity. It was 1957, and Jack Leroy Wilson…
The air in the diner hung thick and greasy, the fluorescent lights buzzing an off-key accompaniment to the jukebox in…
The air in the little diner booth was thick with the smell of stale coffee and fryer grease. Outside, the…
The air in the room changes when the needle drops on this track. It’s an immediate, visceral response—a sudden infusion…
The air in the late 1950s music scene was thick with the sweet, polished sheen of vocal groups and the…
It is three o’clock in the morning. Not the polished, neon-drenched three o’clock of a late-night talk show, but the…