Jerry Lee Lewis – One Has My Name (The Other Has My Heart)
I first heard this piece of music on a cassette tape, late at night, in the pale glow of a…
I first heard this piece of music on a cassette tape, late at night, in the pale glow of a…
It’s 3:00 AM on a stretch of highway where the asphalt has begun to look like wet obsidian under the…
The air in the 1950s was thick with the scent of change, a revolution brewing in the rhythm sections of…
The year is 1957. The air is thick with the crackle of possibility, and the rigid walls separating country, blues,…
The year is 1970. The decade that began with idealism was closing in a thick haze of cynicism and confusion.…
The night was thick and humid, one of those late summer evenings where the air itself seemed to hum with…
The memory is not of a stadium or a chart-topping crescendo. It is an internal scene: the low, warm glow…
The scent of dust motes dancing in a single shaft of late afternoon sun, the heavy, muffled thud of a…
The first time I heard Otis Redding’s version of “Stand by Me,” it wasn’t a discovery—it was a recognition. Not…
The air in the studio, even fifty years later, feels heavy. It is the imagined silence between the final, sighing…