Duane Eddy & The Rebels 1960 – Because They’re Young
The year is 1960. The rock and roll landscape, for all its revolutionary bluster, was already showing fault lines. The…
The year is 1960. The rock and roll landscape, for all its revolutionary bluster, was already showing fault lines. The…
The year is 1967. The air is thick with patchouli and the smoke of revolution, yet down on the AM…
The radio dial was turning. It was late, the kind of hour where AM static breathes louder than the music.…
The late afternoon sun used to hit the mahogany veneer of the old radio just so, illuminating a fine layer…
The air of London in late 1967 was thick with possibility and a gentle paranoia. Across the Atlantic, Bob Dylan…
The year is 1970. The blues-rock scaffolding of Jethro Tull’s earliest days has been dismantled, leaving only the framework of…
The air in the old rehearsal hall still smelled faintly of stale coffee and desperation, even sixty-plus years on. It…
The needle drops, and for a fleeting, disorienting moment, you wonder if you’ve cued up the wrong record. This isn’t…
There are records that simply exist, and then there are records that feel less like commercial products and more like…
There is a moment in the late fall, as the air turns brittle and the radio dial seems to echo…