Hank Williams Jr. – A Country Boy Can Survive
The air was thick, not with Nashville humidity, but with the clatter of a late-night diner in a small town…
The air was thick, not with Nashville humidity, but with the clatter of a late-night diner in a small town…
The air was thick with smoke and cheap whiskey, the jukebox lights casting sickly blues and reds across the worn…
The road stretches out, black and endless, under a dome of indifferent stars. You’re driving late, well past midnight, the…
The tape hiss always tells a story. In the mid-1970s, as the volume wars of rock began to escalate, a…
The air in the living room was thick with the scent of microwaved popcorn and the faint, dusty warmth radiating…
The light was always soft around Chad & Jeremy. It wasn’t the harsh, blinding glare of Beatlemania, nor the moody,…
The dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun, catching the light as they drift over the turntable. The needle…
The sound is not one of a roaring stadium, nor of a tape reel spooling in a smoky, bohemian club.…
It was a late, humid summer night, the kind where the air conditioning unit whined louder than the radio. The…
The year is 1968. The Summer of Love’s golden veneer has begun to flake, giving way to a more electrified,…