The Crests – Step By Step (1960)
The air in the 1960s was thick with transition. The raw, street-corner energy of the mid-fifties doo-wop groups, sung under…
The air in the 1960s was thick with transition. The raw, street-corner energy of the mid-fifties doo-wop groups, sung under…
The night was cold and late. The car radio, a sputtering filament of sound in the gloom of the interstate,…
It’s late. The car radio crackles to life, a low, orange glow illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale…
The memory is a monochrome photograph: a late-autumn evening, the hiss of a turntable, and a single, flawless baritone voice…
It’s a sound I first remember hearing on a road trip, late at night, the car windows down, the radio…
The clock has struck midnight. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something like woodsmoke, even…
The world of 1967 was a blur of paisley and feedback. The British Invasion, once a unified, monochrome force, had…
The scene is simple, yet indelible: a television screen bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the late 1950s, projecting…
The needle drops. Not on the familiar, bubblegum-pink world of the early sixties, but somewhere deeper, wider. It’s late 1966,…
The air in the café was thick and sweet, smelling of old paperbacks and chicory coffee. It was late, maybe…