The Way It Is – Bruce Hornsby And The Range
The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of old paperbacks and stale coffee. It was late, perhaps…
The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of old paperbacks and stale coffee. It was late, perhaps…
The window of the night bus is a sheet of black glass, reflecting the fluorescent smear of the cabin lights.…
I remember the first time the needle found the groove. It was on a dusty, beige album platter in the…
The air hung thick and velvet-dark over the rolling hills of Lajatico. It was a summer night under an impossibly…
The winter of 1971 felt perpetually grey, even inside the warm glow of the studio monitors. I can visualize the…
It is an auditory experience, not a song. It begins in a space of monastic calm, the air thick and…
It’s late, the kind of late where the neon signs are just smudges of color against the blacktop and the…
The lights dim just a fraction. There is a palpable hush, the kind of stillness that precedes a great intake…
The year is 1960, and the stage of the Grand Ole Opry—that weathered, glorious church of country music—is bathed in…
It’s 2 AM, the parking lot asphalt still warm with the heat of a forgotten summer day, and the blue…