The Hollies – Too Young To Be Married
The needle drops. There is an immediate, almost unsettling quiet—the kind of silence you might find in a sun-drenched church…
The needle drops. There is an immediate, almost unsettling quiet—the kind of silence you might find in a sun-drenched church…
The late-night radio dial, that buzzing, magnetic compass of forgotten history, used to land in strange and wonderful places. One…
It is 1972. The air in Philadelphia’s Sigma Sound Studios is thick with expectation, the kind of electricity that precedes…
The air in the studio was reportedly still, thick with the hush of anticipation that precedes a perfect take. This…
The air in the studio was reportedly still, thick with the hush of anticipation that precedes a perfect take. This…
There are some songs that, in the space of three minutes, manage to capture an entire cultural transition. Hank Locklin’s…
The memory is not mine, but I feel its chill every time the needle drops. It’s midnight on a two-lane…
The first thing you notice is the sound of the room. It’s warm, yet oddly sterile, a paradox perfectly embodied…
The air in the studio must have been thick and still. You can almost feel the hush on the first…
The desert sun setting over the dusty sprawl of Bakersfield, California, must have felt different in the mid-1960s. It wasn’t…