Jenny Take a Ride – Mitch Ryder
The year is 1966. The air is thick with the scent of chrome, cheap beer, and ambition. On a dingy…
The year is 1966. The air is thick with the scent of chrome, cheap beer, and ambition. On a dingy…
The air in the Flamingo Club must have been thick with cigarette smoke and sweat, a humid counterpoint to the…
The glow of the diner sign outside cast long shadows across the booth, the air thick with the smell of…
The year is 1965. The British Invasion, once a sudden, joyous explosion of simple, rattling rock and roll, has begun…
It is always the simplest hooks that burrow deepest, the ones built on a foundation so elemental it feels less…
The year is 1965. The air is thick with anticipation and unease, a generation poised on the fulcrum of history.…
The year is 1965. The air is thick with the revolutionary sound of the British Invasion, yet in the same…
The tape hiss of 1966 London—the subtle, silvery veil laid over the world-changing sounds emerging from Pye Studios—is the sound…
The light is low. The air smells of old velvet, dust motes dancing in the single shaft of morning sun…
The year is 1974. The decade’s promise has long since curdled, replaced by the grim realities of Watergate and the…