Dale Hawkins 1957 – Susie-Q
The air was always thicker in Shreveport. Not just humid—musically dense, heavy with the cross-currents of country, gospel, and the…
The air was always thicker in Shreveport. Not just humid—musically dense, heavy with the cross-currents of country, gospel, and the…
The scene is Winnipeg, 1974. Fluorescent lights are buzzing over a mixing console. The air in the studio is thick…
The air inside Abbey Road’s Studio Two must have felt different that Thursday afternoon in February 1965. Usually, it was…
The world was loud in 1969. The charts pulsed with the grit of garage rock, the expansive ambition of progressive…
The air in the café this afternoon is thick with the smell of old paper and fresh espresso. I’m leaning…
The air inside Chess Studios that June night in 1964 was thick with the ghosts of Chicago blues. Muddy Waters,…
The vinyl crackle is the sound of time folding in on itself. It is a warm, brief burst of white…
The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and rain-slicked pavement. It’s late, the kind of late where…
The air in 1960 was thick with promise and tension. The raw, seismic shock of Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee…
Imagine the air in a London studio, mid-1964. It’s thick with the smell of hot vacuum tubes and cigarette smoke.…