Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers – Baby Baby
The first time you hear it, it hits you not with a thunderclap, but with the quiet, devastating precision of…
The first time you hear it, it hits you not with a thunderclap, but with the quiet, devastating precision of…
The air in 1961 was still vibrating from the cultural seismic event known as “The Twist.” Just months prior, Chubby…
The year is 1957. The neon of Broadway is a fresh slash of color against the humid, darkening air of…
The night was hot and wet, the kind of oppressive humidity that makes a needle stick a little harder in…
The year is 1962. The landscape of American popular music is a battleground of moods: the raw energy of rock…
The car radio, a dim orange glow cutting through the pre-dawn mist on the New Jersey Turnpike, was where I…
The year is 1969. The air still thick with the residue of psychedelia and the first seismic shocks of the…
The needle drops, and before the vocal even begins, you are thrust into the sound of 1968. It’s the year…
There are certain pieces of music that possess the spectral quality of memory itself—not a specific event, but the feeling…
The legend always starts with a scream. It begins with the blinding flash of flashbulbs, the roar of stadiums, the…