Looking Glass – Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl)
The air in the bar hangs thick with the ghosts of spilled beer and forgotten dreams, a scent of salt-tinged…
The air in the bar hangs thick with the ghosts of spilled beer and forgotten dreams, a scent of salt-tinged…
There are songs that capture a fleeting moment in culture, and then there are those rare recordings that hold the…
The memory is as clean and sharp as the cut on an old 78 record. It’s a late afternoon drive,…
The air in the studio was reportedly dense and still, the kind of quiet that hangs before a true emotional…
The Interstate rolls out before you, a black ribbon under the merciless Central Texas sun. The air conditioning strains against…
The air in the Capitol Records studio, Hollywood, 1964, must have crackled with an almost anti-Nashville electricity. While the Countrypolitan…
The summer of 1964 was a strange, exciting pivot point. The British Invasion was cresting, throwing sonic thunderbolts across the…
It’s late, maybe 2 AM, and the car radio—a cheap dial-flipper in a memory of a 1960s convertible—pulls in a…
The needle drops, and immediately, you are somewhere else. It’s 1963. The air is thick with the scent of cheap…
The needle drops, and the air itself thickens. It’s late, the kind of hour where city sounds die down and…