Canned Heat – Going up the Country (1969)
The first notes arrive like a promise. They are not the heavy, amplified churn of the late-60s electric blues that…
The first notes arrive like a promise. They are not the heavy, amplified churn of the late-60s electric blues that…
I first heard it screaming out of a pair of cheap, tinny car speakers on a rainy interstate drive. It…
I remember the first time I truly heard this piece of music. It wasn’t through a tinny car radio or…
The air is thick, humid, smelling faintly of cheap California wine and a certain kind of studio delirium that only…
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It is a familiar scene, etched into the collective memory of rock history: a twenty-year-old drummer, drenched in sweat and…
It’s late, the city quieted to a low hum, the kind of stillness where a great song can feel like…
The streetlights blurred outside the cab window. Rain lashed the glass, an uneven rhythm track against the muted backdrop of…
I first encountered this piece of music on a late, cold drive across the American Midwest. The radio dial was…
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