The Merseybeats 1964 – I Think Of You
The scene is familiar to anyone who treasures the forgotten corners of the British Invasion: a smoky, low-ceilinged club in…
The scene is familiar to anyone who treasures the forgotten corners of the British Invasion: a smoky, low-ceilinged club in…
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…