Be Bop a Lula – Everly Brothers
The scene is Nashville, 1957. The air in the RCA Victor studio, or perhaps Owen Bradley’s famed Quonset Hut, is…
The scene is Nashville, 1957. The air in the RCA Victor studio, or perhaps Owen Bradley’s famed Quonset Hut, is…
The air was thick with static and the smell of hot vacuum tubes. I remember it vividly—a late-night re-run of…
The prevailing memory of The Dave Clark Five—the undisputed architects of the Tottenham Sound—is usually one of exuberant, driving rhythms…
I remember the first time this sound truly hit me. Not just as background noise on a dusty compilation, but…
The air in the rehearsal space was thick with cheap cigarette smoke and the humid musk of four young men…
The hour is late. The neon sign for “Cold Beer” is half-burnt out, casting a sickly pink glow onto the…
The year 1967 was a kaleidoscope of cultural shift. Psychedelia bloomed in San Francisco, rock was splintering, and yet, back…
The late 1960s were, for Jerry Lee Lewis, less a second act and more a desperate, thrilling negotiation with history.…
The air in the café was thick and still, the kind of late-night silence you could almost lean into. I…
The moment I drop the needle on “Club A-Go-Go,” the air in the room changes. It’s no longer a quiet…