Roy Orbison 1963 – Blue Bayou
The air is thick, not with humidity, but with reverb. It’s the kind of sonic atmosphere that feels less like…
The air is thick, not with humidity, but with reverb. It’s the kind of sonic atmosphere that feels less like…
The year 1969 felt like a final, glorious rush for a certain breed of British pop band. The expansive, orchestral…
There is a precise moment in the cultural timeline of 1967 when British pop music stopped being about three chords…
The year is 1968. The air is thick with the thunder of protest and the electric roar of psychedelia, but…
The year is 1968, and the pop landscape is fracturing, shimmering with psychedelic possibility and the darkening mood of reality.…
I remember the first time I fully appreciated the controlled chaos of “Queen of The Hop.” It wasn’t on an…
The air in the studio was thick with anticipation, the scent of hot valves and fresh cigarette smoke clinging to…
I remember it was a Saturday morning, the kind where the grey light of a British winter was trying, and…
The year is 1965. Britain is midway through its seismic cultural shift, the sound of the ‘Merseybeat’ is giving way…
The air in my tiny studio apartment was thick with dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. I was…