The Yardbirds 1965 – Still I’m Sad
The year is 1965, and the British Invasion is not just a wave; it’s a global flood, yet not all…
The year is 1965, and the British Invasion is not just a wave; it’s a global flood, yet not all…
It’s late, maybe 2 AM. The rain outside is just loud enough to muffle the city’s usual mechanical hum. I’m…
The car radio, bathed in the amber glow of a long summer highway, has a curious way of warping time.…
The air in the studio was thick with possibility. It was early 1964, and Hitsville U.S.A. was already a hit…
There are sounds that immediately transport you not just to a year, but to a very specific kind of room.…
The sound arrives like a late-afternoon gust, sweeping dust and unwanted noise from the city street. It is the sound…
It’s late, the kind of late where the streetlights feel like they’re the only things awake, casting long, lonely shadows…
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The scene is midnight in a roadside diner, somewhere between Knoxville and Nashville, 1957. The Formica countertop gleams under fluorescent…