Brian Hyland 1960 – Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
The summer of 1960 hung heavy in the air, a mix of gasoline, salt spray, and the faint scent of…
The summer of 1960 hung heavy in the air, a mix of gasoline, salt spray, and the faint scent of…
I remember the first time this particular piece of music truly hit me. It wasn’t on a crackling transistor radio,…
Imagine the year 1967. The Summer of Love is in full, kaleidoscopic bloom. San Francisco is awash in feedback, sitars,…
The air in Los Angeles in late 1966 was charged with a heavy, restless energy. The sunshine façade of California…
The year is 1963. The shadows of the British Invasion are starting to stretch across the Atlantic, but on the…
The year is 1968. The air is thick with the dust of psychedelia, the rumble of proto-rock, and the scent…
The mid-1970s British charts were a chaotic, glittering tapestry. You might find the raw bombast of glam rock sitting next…
The early 1960s were a carnival of kinetic energy. The soundtrack to this world was a breathless, three-minute blast of…
The year is 1961. The sound of rock and roll’s first wave—raw, dangerous, and often deeply regional—is transitioning. It’s becoming…
The year is 1961. The raw, jagged edges of 1950s rock and roll are being meticulously sanded down, replaced by…