Somebody Nobody Wants – Dion
The city always sounds different after midnight. The familiar rumble of traffic turns into a low, echoing hum; the neon…
The city always sounds different after midnight. The familiar rumble of traffic turns into a low, echoing hum; the neon…
The transistor radio, usually a reliable source of electric, giddy chaos, crackled with an uncharacteristic hush. It was 1964, and…
The night was thick and the headlights sliced through a warm Texas drizzle, a perfect cinematic grey. The radio, a…
The smell of dust and warm tubes. A dial softly glowing, centered on the faint crackle of a distant AM…
The air in EMI Studio Two on February 11, 1963, must have been thick with exhaustion and the acrid smell…
The sound hits you not like a gunshot, but like a rising tide. It’s the sweep of strings, yes, but…
The year is 1964. The British Invasion has landed, tearing at the meticulously constructed pop empire of Tin Pan Alley…
The air in the café hung thick with the smell of old coffee and forgotten rain. Outside, the city was…
The year is 1967. Outside the sun-drenched, controlled chaos of the Monkees’ television set, a very different kind of revolution…
The darkness of 1969 did not arrive with a thunderclap. It crept in on the back of a string arrangement,…