Tommy Roe 1962 – Sheila
The year is 1962, a restless pivot point in American music. The ghosts of the pioneers were still rattling the…
The year is 1962, a restless pivot point in American music. The ghosts of the pioneers were still rattling the…
The year is 1963. The scent of lacquer hairspray and freshly-baked idealism hangs in the air. Television screens are glowing…
The air in the rehearsal hall—reportedly a church in Tottenham, North London—must have been thick with cigarette smoke and raw…
The air hung heavy and stale in the club, thick with cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. It was 1964, and…
The year is 1959. In America, rock and roll’s first wave—the founding myth—is already cresting, its pioneers derailed by a…
The year is 1959. The transistor radio sits on the nightstand, its plastic casing faintly warm, glowing dimly in the…
It is a quiet, late afternoon memory, washed in the amber glow of a pre-digital era. The old stereo, a…
The year 1965. The air still crackled with the energy of the British Invasion, but the sound was already shifting.…
The radio dial in 1965 was a chaotic, brilliant mosaic. It was the absolute zenith of the British Invasion, a…
The year is 1968. The air is thick with discord, revolution, and the promise of something entirely new—a world where…