The Jimi Hendrix Experience 1967 – Purple Haze
The air in Olympic Studios must have felt electric. You can almost imagine it: the low hum of vacuum tubes…
The air in Olympic Studios must have felt electric. You can almost imagine it: the low hum of vacuum tubes…
The story goes that the lights went out. Not on a stage, but deep inside Polydor’s London studios in early…
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The air in Studio A hangs thick with magnetic tape and ambition. It’s 1965. A few months ago, a song…
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