Bad Finger – Come And Get It
I first met “Come and Get It” the way many people did: cresting out of a car speaker on an…
I first met “Come and Get It” the way many people did: cresting out of a car speaker on an…
I remember the first time the French horn entered—soft as a door opening into a brighter room—and the world around…
I can still hear the faint bloom of strings before the voice arrives—the kind of soft, curtain-opening swell that tells…
There’s a moment, barely a measure in, when “My Girl Josephine” stops being just a record and becomes a room.…
The first time I heard “A Lover’s Concerto” on a late-night broadcast, the radio felt like it was breathing. There…
I first remember “I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better” arriving like a window being cracked open in a stale room.…
I first hear the whisper before the snare hits. A breath, a grin you can practically see, then the famous…
It starts the way many lifelong loves begin: late-night radio, a single voice reaching across snow and static. “Sixteen Candles”…
I first learned the shape of “Oh Girl” on a night drive when the roads were nearly empty and the…
I first heard “La-La (Means I Love You)” the way it should be heard: drifting from a small radio after…