The Kalin Twins – When (1959)
The air in the studio was thick with the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and freshly cut lacquer. It…
The air in the studio was thick with the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and freshly cut lacquer. It…
The late 1950s—the transition point. Rock and roll had crashed the gates, but the quiet storms of vocal pop still…
The first sound is not a crash, but a whisper of distortion, a low, ominous rumble that sounds like the…
The stage is set not in a smoky Nashville honky-tonk or a dusty Appalachian holler, but under the soft, diffused…
The door to the pub swings open, spilling a plume of stale beer and a chorus of loud, laughing chatter…
The air in the listening room is still, just after midnight. A single tube light hums softly in the periphery,…
There is a moment in the dead of night, usually between two and four in the morning, when the world…
I remember the late 90s radio landscape vividly. It was a cacophony of bubblegum pop, surging alternative rock, and the…
The year is 1967. London is still officially swinging, but the psychedelic summer is fading into a gritty, autumnal reality.…
The song begins with a gasp—or perhaps it is the sound of the world holding its breath. A tentative, almost…