Crispian St. Peters 1966 – You Were On My Mind
The air of a late-night cafe hangs heavy—not with smoke, but with the specific, sweet melancholy of a distant echo.…
The air of a late-night cafe hangs heavy—not with smoke, but with the specific, sweet melancholy of a distant echo.…
The year is 1957. The air is thick with the scent of hair pomade and the crackle of freshly pressed…
It’s late November. The scent of woodsmoke and damp leaves hangs in the air, a perfect, atmospheric counterpoint to the…
The memory arrives in a flash of neon and chrome, the way the late 1980s and early 90s are supposed…
It’s late afternoon, and the light slants low across the listening room. There is a specific quality to the air…
The air in Nashville’s RCA Studio B on the chilly night of March 20, 1960, must have been electric, thick…
The air is thick, not with smoke, but with the specific, sweet melancholy of a late summer evening in 1965.…
The first time I really listened to The Kingsmen’s “Louie, Louie,” I was sitting in the back of an overheated,…
The air hung thick with salt and reverb. It’s a sensory memory, one forged in the amber light of a…
I was sitting in an old jukebox diner, the Formica countertop cool beneath my elbow, when it first hit me.…