Buck Owens – Together Again (1964)
The air in the Bakersfield studio must have been thin that day. Not from altitude, but from a deliberate lack…
The air in the Bakersfield studio must have been thin that day. Not from altitude, but from a deliberate lack…
The late autumn air, a low-slung fog hugging the neon signs of an emptying roadside diner. It’s a classic cinematic…
The air in the listening room was thick and still. It was late, past midnight, the kind of hour when…
The great country music tragedians rarely announce their devastation with a shout. Instead, they give you the sullen clarity of…
The light is low. A single bulb hangs over the scarred, dark wood of the console. The air in the…
The air in the control room must have been thick with the scent of old wood, tobacco, and the ozone…
The air in the Nashville studio that day in 1967 must have been thick with the smell of cigarette smoke…
It’s late. The kitchen is dark save for the amber glow spilling from the open refrigerator, the soundtrack the low…
The air inside the dim café felt thick, not with smoke, but with the palpable sense of a coming shift.…
The air in the café was thick with rain and the smell of stale coffee. It was late, past midnight,…