The Lennon Sisters – Jamaica Farewell
The air in the living room was always static and hushed on Saturday nights. The scent of furniture polish and…
The air in the living room was always static and hushed on Saturday nights. The scent of furniture polish and…
It is the sonic equivalent of a newsreel in Technicolor. Close your eyes and you’re not in the room; you’re…
The year is 1969. The great sonic conversation of the sixties was winding down, mutating into something heavier, more introspective,…
It’s an overcast Tuesday in late autumn, and a chill has settled into the bones of the afternoon. The world…
The glow of the late-night dial was amber and dusty. It was 1957, and the airwaves were a chaotic landscape…
The year is 1967. The world is spinning on a dizzy axis of color, change, and sound distortion. On the…
There is a period in every artist’s career—a difficult, barren stretch—when the phone stops ringing and the royalty checks thin…
The air in 1964 America was vibrating at a new, relentless frequency. It was the sound of mop-tops and Liverpudlian…
The moment the track begins, it feels like the door to a smoky, clapboard roadhouse is swinging open. There is…
The rain outside the Herzog Studio in Cincinnati on August 30, 1949, must have sounded like a drumroll to despair.…