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Berry Gordy built Motown Records on a specific philosophy of crossover appeal — music made by Black artists that was produced and presented in ways designed to reach a white mainstream audience that the American music industry of the early 1960s had constructed significant barriers against. The formula was deliberate: polished production, precise choreography, professional … Read more

The Berlin period — 1976 to 1979 — is the chapter of David Bowie’s life that his most serious admirers return to with the most consistent reverence, and it is the chapter that almost did not happen because the person who needed to escape Los Angeles most urgently was not Bowie but Iggy Pop, and … Read more

The Beatles’ recording career lasted eight years — from Please Please Me in 1963 to Let It Be in 1970. In those eight years they moved from straightforward rock and roll influenced by Buddy Holly and Chuck Berry to a body of work that encompassed chamber music, psychedelic experimentation, avant-garde tape loops, Indian classical music, … Read more

The story of Syd Barrett is the story that Pink Floyd could never fully escape and never fully tell — the story of the man who founded the band, named the band, wrote the band’s first hits, and then disappeared from the band in 1968 as his mental health collapsed in ways that the people … Read more

There are meetings between artists that history records and meetings that history almost missed — encounters that happened in private, witnessed by few people, documented in fragments and partial accounts that only fully surface years later when the principals are no longer alive to confirm or deny the details. The meeting between Freddie Mercury and … Read more

For nearly a month, the same motorcycle appeared behind my daughter every afternoon. Not close enough to speak to her. Not close enough to touch her. Just there. Every day, after nine-year-old Lily left Riverside Elementary and started the short walk home, a black Harley would emerge somewhere along the route. The rider always stayed … Read more

The wind that night came down from the Sangre de Cristo mountains like it had a score to settle. It carried the sharp bite of high desert cold and the faint smell of rain that never quite arrived. Route 64 stretched black and empty under a sky full of hard stars. The only light for … Read more

The afternoon light in Millstone Café slanted low across the worn wooden floors of Asheville, turning dust motes into slow gold. Outside, the Blue Ridge peaks stood hazy and distant, but inside, the air smelled of strong coffee, buttered toast, and the faint sweetness of peach pie cooling on the pass-through. At the back corner … Read more

The rain that Monday afternoon felt personal, like the sky itself had decided to grieve with her. Janet Holloway stood in the administrative hallway of St. Bridget Children’s Hospital, her blue-star sneakers still damp from the walk across the parking lot, and tried to remember how to breathe normally. At fifty-six, she had walked these … Read more

Carlos Santana occupies a position in guitar history that is both precisely defined and deeply mysterious — precisely defined in the sense that his tone, his vibrato, his specific relationship with sustain and with the space between notes, is immediately identifiable from the first second of any recording he appears on, and deeply mysterious in … Read more