Ray Charles 1962 – Unchain My Heart
I remember the first time this song truly hit me. It wasn’t the radio version, clipped and compressed to ride…
I remember the first time this song truly hit me. It wasn’t the radio version, clipped and compressed to ride…
I remember the first time I felt that groove hit, not as the familiar soundtrack to a cinematic dance sequence,…
The fog of a late October afternoon settles thick over the streets of London. Inside Studio Two at EMI Studios,…
The old café felt heavy with the silence of a late Saturday morning, the kind of stillness that precedes a…
The year is 1965. The air in Detroit is thick with the churning ambition of Motown, but a small crisis…
The early Motown years were a constant, glorious experiment, a sonic laboratory where the polish of pop was being buffed…
It’s late, maybe two in the morning, and the car radio is glowing a soft, sickly green against the dark…
The air in the room is heavy, not just with cigarette smoke and cheap wine, but with the suffocating weight…
The sound comes to you through a layer of sepia-toned glass, warm with the analog distortion of a bygone era.…
The year is 1965. The air is thick with American ambition, but filtered through a distinctly British lens. The Rolling…