Steve Lawrence 1959 – Pretty Blue Eyes
The late 1950s—the true pivot point of American popular music. The seismic shock of early rock and roll had subsided…
The late 1950s—the true pivot point of American popular music. The seismic shock of early rock and roll had subsided…
The record begins not with a flourish, but a confession. It is the sound of a man who has seen…
The air in the studio was thick with a specific kind of revolutionary energy in 1963. It wasn’t the raw,…
The air in the listening room is thick, not just with the ghost of decades past, but with the warm…
The air of a late-night cafe hangs heavy—not with smoke, but with the specific, sweet melancholy of a distant echo.…
The year is 1957. The air is thick with the scent of hair pomade and the crackle of freshly pressed…
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…