The Jimi Hendrix Experience 1967 – Hey Joe
The first time I really heard “Hey Joe,” I was sixteen, hunched over a pair of borrowed, mid-range studio headphones…
The first time I really heard “Hey Joe,” I was sixteen, hunched over a pair of borrowed, mid-range studio headphones…
There are moments in music history that feel less like a planned collaboration and more like a rip in the…
The air in the studio must have been thick with the scent of ambition and old cigarette smoke. It was…
There is a precise point in the life of every truly great, slightly abrasive rock-and-roll band when they must either…
The air in the room is thick and blue, smelling faintly of worn velvet and late-night rain. It is not…
I remember the first time I heard it—not the single, which had long since passed into legend, but the sheer…
I remember the first time I heard it—not in 1968, of course, but years later, on a scratched-up compilation LP…
The sound of 1964 was supposed to be the ringing chime of The Beatles, the churning R&B of the Stones,…
The year is 1965. The air across Britain is thick with the crackle of overdriven guitar amplifiers and the primal…
The cassette tape clicked into the player, the air thick with the smell of old vinyl and ozone from a…