The Hollies I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight 1969
The air in the café was thick and warm, smelling faintly of old coffee grounds and damp wool. Outside, the…
The air in the café was thick and warm, smelling faintly of old coffee grounds and damp wool. Outside, the…
There are certain songs that exist less as singular recordings and more as a kind of sonic bedrock, a shared…
The air in the rehearsal room was thick with the scent of ozone and old coffee. Outside, 1989 was drawing…
The air in the studio must have felt charged, heavy with the dust of creative upheaval. It was 1967, and…
The tape hiss always tells a story. In the mid-1970s, as the volume wars of rock began to escalate, a…
The air in the living room was thick with the scent of microwaved popcorn and the faint, dusty warmth radiating…
The light was always soft around Chad & Jeremy. It wasn’t the harsh, blinding glare of Beatlemania, nor the moody,…
The dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun, catching the light as they drift over the turntable. The needle…
The sound is not one of a roaring stadium, nor of a tape reel spooling in a smoky, bohemian club.…
It was a late, humid summer night, the kind where the air conditioning unit whined louder than the radio. The…