The Searchers – Don t Throw Your Love Away
There’s a memory I return to whenever “Don’t Throw Your Love Away” drifts through the speakers: a late-night bus ride,…
Moody Blues – Ride My See Saw
The tape hiss is the first thing I imagine, that soft halo around a control-room light late in 1968, before…
The Searchers – Love Potion Number Nine
I first heard The Searchers’ “Love Potion No. 9” late at night on a battered transistor radio, the kind whose…
Lou Christie – Lightning Strikes
The first time I really heard “Lightnin’ Strikes”—not just recognized it, but sat with it—was late at night when the…
Cat Stevens – Matthew And Son
The first thing you hear is urgency. In the quiet between breaths, there’s a sense of air being shoved aside…
The Fortunes – Here It Comes Again
The first thing you hear is softness—a cushion of strings inhaling, as if the orchestra takes a breath for you.…
Neil Sedaka – You Mean Everything To Me
It begins with a hush—strings poised like breath held before a confession. Then the voice, instantly personable, steps forward with…
Connie Francis – Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool
The tape hiss is the first thing I imagine, that faint halo you hear in your mind before the needle…
The Drifters – Saturday Night At The Movies
The song arrives the way a marquee lights up at dusk: one bulb, then another, until the whole facade glows.…
The Everly Brothers – Medley
The tape hiss arrives first—imaginary, perhaps, but easy to hear if you’ve ever fallen down an Everlys rabbit hole late…