Jerry Reed And Chet Atkins Jerrys Breakdown
The memory is as sharp and resonant as the downbeat of a D-chord on a nylon string. It was late,…
The memory is as sharp and resonant as the downbeat of a D-chord on a nylon string. It was late,…
The air in the listening room tonight is thick with a particular kind of regret—the comfortable, self-aware kind. The kind…
To appreciate “In My Room,” you must first understand the ground it broke. Released in 1963 on The Beach Boys’…
It is the hour of the radio dial when the signal thins, bleeding out into the late-night static, and only…
The late 1970s were a time of sonic upheaval. Disco was peaking, punk was spitting, and the meticulously constructed machinery…
The year is 1974. The high tide of Glam Rock is receding, leaving behind a slick of glitter and a…
It’s late. Not a Tuesday-night-late, but the kind of deep, velvety late when the streetlights outside bleed orange through the…
The world of pop music in the early 1960s was a landscape of careful contradictions. It was an era of…
The air in the dim café was heavy with the smell of old coffee and a faint, sweet dust from…
The hum of the old family sedan, the dial glowing amber in the deep suburban dark. It’s a memory-scene that…