Petula Clark 1964 – Downtown
There’s a moment before the chorus of “Downtown” when everything tilts upward, like an elevator gliding past the mezzanine into…
There’s a moment before the chorus of “Downtown” when everything tilts upward, like an elevator gliding past the mezzanine into…
The tape starts cold in my mind: a quick count-off swallowed by a bassline that hits like a swinging pendulum,…
I first met “Everyday People” in the soft blue of a car’s dashboard, a late-night drive when the roads were…
Brenda Lee’s “Is It True” begins for me with the sound of a room—tight, luminous, almost lacquered. You can imagine…
I first hear it as if through fogged glass and neon steam—drums leaping forward like a car darting through a…
I first hear it the way most people remember it: on a car radio that sounds like it’s been lived…
It begins with a thrum that feels both festive and faintly ominous—hand percussion coming in layers, a crowd of voices…
The tape hiss is soft as dust, and then the whistle cuts through—pure, steady, almost cheeky in its confidence. Before…
The tape hiss comes first—imagined, really—and then that slow, buoyant lift that made so many late-60s pop productions feel like…
The tape hiss is the first thing I imagine when I press play in my mind: a soft veil, then…