Cliff Richard & The Shadows 1959 – A Voice In The Wilderness
It’s late November. The scent of woodsmoke and damp leaves hangs in the air, a perfect, atmospheric counterpoint to the…
It’s late November. The scent of woodsmoke and damp leaves hangs in the air, a perfect, atmospheric counterpoint to the…
The memory arrives in a flash of neon and chrome, the way the late 1980s and early 90s are supposed…
It’s late afternoon, and the light slants low across the listening room. There is a specific quality to the air…
The air in Nashville’s RCA Studio B on the chilly night of March 20, 1960, must have been electric, thick…
The air is thick, not with smoke, but with the specific, sweet melancholy of a late summer evening in 1965.…
The first time I really listened to The Kingsmen’s “Louie, Louie,” I was sitting in the back of an overheated,…
The air hung thick with salt and reverb. It’s a sensory memory, one forged in the amber light of a…
I was sitting in an old jukebox diner, the Formica countertop cool beneath my elbow, when it first hit me.…
There are certain pieces of music that possess the energy of a reckless, midnight drive. Not the smooth, contemplative kind,…
The year is 1960. The pop music landscape is in the middle of a tectonic shift. Rock and roll, barely…