The Turtles 1968 – Elenore
The year is 1968. The Summer of Love’s paisley haze is just beginning to dissipate, giving way to an era…
The year is 1968. The Summer of Love’s paisley haze is just beginning to dissipate, giving way to an era…
It’s two o’clock in the morning, the kind of hour where a deep-cut classic truly earns its keep. The air…
The sound of it hits you like a sudden flash of light in a dim, crowded gymnasium: a three-count drum…
There is a moment in the first few seconds of Eddie Cochran’s 1959 single, “C’mon Everybody,” that feels less like…
The needle drops, and suddenly, the room shrinks. The cavernous sound of the London Palladium, an echo of a thousand…
The scene is almost cinematic. A smoky cellar club, decades before air conditioning was a given, in a town like…
I remember the first time this song truly hit me. It wasn’t on a crackling vinyl record or a classic-hits…
The air in the room is thick and grainy, the kind of texture only genuine 1960s tape hiss can provide.…
The year is 1963. The British airwaves were a swirling mix of skiffle’s remnants and the first, urgent drumbeats of…
The needle drops, and before the drums or the rush of the first electric chord, there is the sound of…