Aretha Franklin – I Dreamed A Dream
The studio in the early nineties must have felt different for Aretha Franklin. By 1991, the towering architect of classic…
The studio in the early nineties must have felt different for Aretha Franklin. By 1991, the towering architect of classic…
The memory of late-night radio is a sense-memory for a critic of a certain age—the low-light hum of the dial,…
The first time I heard a Merle Haggard “Medley,” it wasn’t on a pristine vinyl re-issue or a modern high-fidelity…
The year is 1966. The world is a whirlwind of psychedelia and pop polish, but deep in Nashville, Tennessee, the…
The air is thick with dust and the silence of a wide-open continent. We are standing on the edge of…
The needle drops. A cavernous echo opens up the soundstage, swallowing the frantic strumming of an acoustic guitar that sounds…
The year is 1965. The British Invasion has become a tidal wave, sweeping away the vestiges of the pre-Beatles era.…
The year is 1957. The sound barrier of American culture has been shattered by the roar of rock and roll.…
The scent of dust motes dancing in a sunlit parlor, the faint, ozone tang of an old tube radio warming…
It’s late. The city outside my window is hushed, illuminated by the cold, neon glow of a bar sign across…