The Beatles 1965 – I Feel Fine
The fog of a late October afternoon settles thick over the streets of London. Inside Studio Two at EMI Studios,…
The fog of a late October afternoon settles thick over the streets of London. Inside Studio Two at EMI Studios,…
The old café felt heavy with the silence of a late Saturday morning, the kind of stillness that precedes a…
The year is 1965. The air in Detroit is thick with the churning ambition of Motown, but a small crisis…
The early Motown years were a constant, glorious experiment, a sonic laboratory where the polish of pop was being buffed…
It’s late, maybe two in the morning, and the car radio is glowing a soft, sickly green against the dark…
The air in the room is heavy, not just with cigarette smoke and cheap wine, but with the suffocating weight…
The sound comes to you through a layer of sepia-toned glass, warm with the analog distortion of a bygone era.…
The year is 1965. The air is thick with American ambition, but filtered through a distinctly British lens. The Rolling…
The air in the studio, Olympic or perhaps Trident in London, must have been thick with the residual charge of…
The year 1967 was already a kaleidoscope of noise and light, a summer so saturated with change that every song…