Dave Clark Five – Glad All Ove
I always hear the room first: a tight chamber of brick and echo, the tape machine already warm, the console…
I always hear the room first: a tight chamber of brick and echo, the tape machine already warm, the console…
I still hear it the way AM radio used to stage it: a hush, a faint hiss like the room…
The tape sounds like the room itself is breathing. A low electric hum, a whisper of air, a faint shiver…
The first thing I hear is space. Not emptiness, but air—the sort of soft halo a good crooner record preserves…
The door opens on a studio that only exists in memory: a soft tape hiss, a hush before strings take…
The first time “She’s Just My Style” really lands, you don’t so much hear it as feel it—an airy glide…
I like to imagine the tape starting with a whisper of air, a low thump in the room, and then…
I still hear the tape hiss first—in my imagination, anyway. A reel spooling up, a count-in quietly mouthed off-mic, the…
I think of “Keep Searchin’ (We’ll Follow the Sun)” as the sound of a car pulling onto a dark highway,…
I first hear the knock in my head—two bright taps of strings, a skip of rhythm, and then Mary Hopkin’s…