Picture a wet December night in London, 1972. Jeff Beck is behind the wheel of his car, wipers slapping, tires…
London, 1967, late October. The kind of night where the air inside a club smells like cigarette smoke and old…
London 1974 Olympic Studios Barnes. The kind of room where history didn’t announce itself. It simply accumulated layer by layer…
The little girl stood alone outside the towering glass building with a lunch bag that looked almost bigger than her…
It was a very quiet afternoon. The date was October 14th, 2012. The time on the clock was exactly 2:47…
The dealer barely looked up when the old man set the record sleeve on the counter. He had been doing…
One moment, Blythe Carver was just trying to disappear. She was 25, an ER nurse who paid her graduate school…
The man behind the counter didn’t look up when he came in. That was the first thing. Guitar shops in…
There are rules when the devil kicks in your door. You don’t look him in the eye. You don’t ask…
He could hear the rain before he felt it. That soft, steady tapping against the tin roof of the bar,…