Red Sovine – Phantom 309
The year is 1967. The air is thick with the buzz of the Summer of Love, psychedelic explorations, and a…
The year is 1967. The air is thick with the buzz of the Summer of Love, psychedelic explorations, and a…
The air hangs heavy in the café, thick with the scent of stale coffee and damp autumn wool. It is…
The old console stereo in the corner was a magnificent piece of mid-century furniture. It was the hub of our…
The air in the dim, late-night café was thick with a quiet melancholy, punctuated only by the soft clink of…
The first few notes of Robert Mizzell’s “Walk The Line Revisited,” featuring his father, Richard, do not explode from the…
It’s late. The kitchen light is dim, a cold front moving in outside. The radio—not a digital stream, but a…
The memory of the first time I truly heard this piece of music is clear: a late Friday evening, the…
The neon signs of Lower Broadway in Nashville blur in my memory, painted by the rain of a long-ago night.…
The road unwinds under the dim sweep of the late-night radio, the kind of forgotten highway where all the big-city…
The long miles of a late-night drive are often soundtracked by ghosts. Not the rattling, supernatural kind, but the echoes…