James Brown performs “Please Please Please”
The lights are low, the room is thick with smoke and anticipation. You’re not in a stadium in 1970, nor…
The lights are low, the room is thick with smoke and anticipation. You’re not in a stadium in 1970, nor…
I often find myself staring at the chrome grille of an old, analog jukebox—the kind lit by fading neon and…
The radio dial clicks. It’s late, the air outside heavy with the static hum of a quiet town. The sound…
The vinyl drops with a soft, analog thud, the needle finding its groove with a scratch of anticipation. I’m back…
The air was different in 1981. Country music was moving, as it always does, toward the slicker edges of pop…
It’s two in the morning. The highway unfurls like a black, wet ribbon beneath the tires, the air thick with…
It’s late spring in 1981. Country music is in a curious state—the ‘Urban Cowboy’ boom is peaking, and Nashville is…
The year is 1981. Country music, famously resistant to seismic shifts, was nevertheless standing on a fault line. The slick,…
It is 1980. The air is thick with the synthesized ambition of new wave and the electric fury of arena…
I remember the first time I heard it, not on some dusty jukebox in a forgotten diner, but late one…