Sandie Shaw 1965 – Girl Don’t Come
It is one of those songs that feels tailor-made for a late-night drive, the kind where the streetlights are blurring…
It is one of those songs that feels tailor-made for a late-night drive, the kind where the streetlights are blurring…
The year 1964 was not a year for subtlety. It was the absolute, screaming peak of the British Invasion, a…
The air is thick, cool, and smells faintly of damp pavement. You’re driving home long after the streetlights have won…
The scent of stale coffee and the distant, metallic clang of a service door. That’s where the memory begins, not…
The memory is fixed in amber: a small radio, the plastic grille yellowed with age, sitting on a high kitchen…
The year is 1968, though the song itself was a late 1967 phenomenon. The radio dial hums with a sonic…
The air in the club was thick, smelling of stale beer and desperation. A single, naked bulb swung above the…
The year 1971 was supposed to be a victory lap, but for Creedence Clearwater Revival, it felt more like a…
The room is dark, save for the blue glow of the amplifier’s pilot light. It is one of those late,…
The air was perpetually thick with sulfur and ambition in 1967. London was an explosion of color, but beneath the…