Midnight Special – Johnny Rivers
The scene is palpable, even half a century later. It’s 1964, and the whisper of the Sunset Strip is a…
The scene is palpable, even half a century later. It’s 1964, and the whisper of the Sunset Strip is a…
I often think about those pivotal moments in an artist’s career—the single song, sometimes a cover, that shifts the whole…
There are songs that crash through the speakers, demanding attention with a brassy fanfare or a searing electric guitar riff.…
It’s two in the morning. The rain has stopped, but the streets outside still gleam with a dark, oily sheen…
The year is 1977. Bell bottoms still reigned, the air was thick with disco fever, and the radio dials were…
The late 1970s smelled like cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and the faint, electrical tang of a strobe light. It was…
The air in the listening room is thick, not with smoke or anticipation, but with the quiet resonance that only…
The air in the kitchen was thick, not with cigarette smoke, but with the humidity of a late-summer evening in…
The air in the club was thick, smelling of spilled beer, stale cigarettes, and an electricity that only comes when…
There is a moment in the first few seconds of The Byrds’ “I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better” that sounds…