“The way my hands form into shapes I once found near impossible at the thought of a letter, shocks me. It’s a form of mastery that at fifteen, I didn’t believe myself capable of.” Ryan Bradley tells his story of the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand.”
“Life might leave a mark, but music is always medicinal.” Sean Murphy with The Story of that Song, Neil Young’s “Mellow My Mind.”
“The music, it seemed, was always there for these significant moments: remembering those times, always accompanied by music that was solemn yet ecstatic.” The music that gets Sean Murphy through the night.
“A coal miner’s only daughter, Kim had a pugnacious discernment, and she knew all the dirt on everyone in that part of Appalachia. She also had a tiny blue dot tattooed on her chest, leftover from her battle with cancer when she was a teenager.” Ann Henry-Callahan has a story about “Low Rider.”
“Greg loved ‘Stairway to Heaven.’ He used to stroll down the corridor of our dorm, plucking out the opening arpeggios over and over on his acoustic guitar.” The song that kickstarted Tom Hutt‘s new life.
“I was 20 years old and I was having a bad trip. For those who’ve never had one, I’m afraid that phrase woefully undersells the experience.” Why Matt Gonzales loves “Candy Says.”
“He knew; I didn’t know shit. Which is why I stayed, stealthily (I hoped) behind the curtain, longing to look longingly across the street. Stealing furtive glances so as to not be obvious, obviously I was just doing my homework.” What The Doors’ “The Spy” meant to Sean Murphy.
“I told my wife I needed to see a counselor, but I didn’t tell her that I know exactly how much Tylenol it takes to kill a man.” An unforgettable piece about an unforgettable song by Michael Nagel.
“That night, we sleep on the beach by the train station in Oceanside. My broiling eyelids wake me the next morning. Jody is already awake, lounging on her sleeping bag, waifishly beautiful, literally surrounded by flirtatious surfer boys.” What Joni Mitchell’s “California” means to Liz Main.