Florida Georgia Line – H.O.L.Y.
The sound of a Nashville bar at 2 AM is usually a grinding, syncopated roar—the distant thunder of a kick…
The sound of a Nashville bar at 2 AM is usually a grinding, syncopated roar—the distant thunder of a kick…
The memory is as crisp as a cold night drive. I was heading east on a long stretch of interstate,…
There are certain songs that don’t just exist within the music zeitgeist; they become cornerstones of the culture, defining moments…
There are songs that hit the charts, and then there are songs that reshape the landscape. Sam Hunt’s piece of…
It was late. Not just clock-late, but soul-late. I remember the exact moment the song clicked, not in a brightly…
The air in the room stills a little when the song drops. It’s a late, rainy Tuesday night, and the…
The room is dark velvet and cigarette smoke, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cheap champagne. A thousand…
The genesis of a global smash hit is rarely a straight line. Often, it’s a zig-zag of false starts, critical…
I remember the first time I felt the shockwave. It wasn’t through a concert hall stack or a stadium PA,…
I remember the first time I truly heard it. It wasn’t on a radio broadcast or a music television countdown;…