The Beatles 1964 – I Should Have Known Better
The needle drops, and before the drums or the rush of the first electric chord, there is the sound of…
The needle drops, and before the drums or the rush of the first electric chord, there is the sound of…
It is a curious thing, the way certain records demand to be heard at night. Not just as background, but…
The year is 1961. The airwaves are a crowded, glittering landscape of teen idols, emergent girl groups, and the last…
The air in the café hung heavy with the smell of old paper and overly strong coffee. Rain lashed against…
The year is 1967, and London is dissolving into a kaleidoscope of psychedelic colours, but the light that falls upon…
We all carry that invisible moment, a scene from a forgotten movie or a memory built in the glow of…
It’s 1957. The air in the Columbia Recording Studio A in New York City is thick with cigarette smoke and…
The air in the room was thick with smoke and expectation. It was late 1956, and the sonic landscape of…
The air in the studio was reportedly thick with a sense of audacity. It was 1968, and the Beatles’ Sgt.…
The sound of rain on a distant window pane. That’s the atmosphere of Ralph McTell’s “Streets of London,” not in…