Looking Glass – Jimmy Loves Mary-Anne
Great Songs A Melancholy Melody of Fading Summer Love Ah, to cast our minds back to the summer of ’73, a time when gas lines stretched, but the airwaves were still pure,…
Johnny Rodriguez & Johnny Bush – Troubles
“Troubles”: A Duet of Heartache and Honesty Ah, the early 70s. A time when country music still felt like a well-worn leather glove – comfortable, familiar, and always ready to…
Brian Connolly – Phone You
When a Phone Call Becomes a Lifeline: A Star’s Isolated Plea Ah, to cast our minds back to the mid-1980s, a time when the echoes of glam rock’s golden age…
Brian Connolly – Don’t You Know A Lady
When Love Takes a U-Turn: The bittersweet tale of Brian Connolly‘s “Don’t You Know A Lady” Ah, those melodies of yesteryear, aren’t they just like faded photographs, each one holding…
Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris – Red Dirt Girl
A Haunting Melody of Dreams Lost and Found There are some songs, my dear friends, that just… settle into your soul. They don’t demand attention with flashy theatrics or a…
Brian Connolly – Fox On The Run
When Freedom Becomes a Fugitive Ah, the 1970s. A decade that, for many of us, feels like both yesterday and a lifetime ago. A time of flared trousers, platform shoes,…
David Cassidy & Shaun Cassidy – You Could Drive A Person Crazy
Brotherly Bonds and Bubblegum Pop: A Tale of Two Teen Idols The Enduring Charm of Sibling Rivalry and Collaboration Ah, the 1970s. A time when bell bottoms reigned supreme, disco…
Johnny Rodriguez – One More Chance to be with You
A Lament for Lost Love, Echoing Through Time Ah, for those of us who remember the vibrant hum of the 1970s, when country music truly spoke to the heartland, the…
Emmylou Harris – Wayfaring Stranger
A Soul’s Enduring Journey Home Ah, Emmylou Harris… just hearing that name can transport you back, can’t it? Back to a time when music felt a bit more grounded, a…
David and Shaun Cassidy – Tell Me It’s Not True
Brothers Apart: A Tale of Sibling Rivalry and Unrequited Dreams Ah, the 1970s. A decade etched in the collective memory, not just for its flared trousers and disco balls, but…