What the devil is somebody’s grandfather doing singing my song?
An obscure song from an obscure album on an unfamiliar instrument. It was love at first note.
Meet Emily Gibson, Celine Dion fan and, years ago, explicit album smuggler.
Growing up means discovering your own music.
Because nothing warms up a frosty morning like a multi-part harmony layered over searing electric guitars.
I dropped the needle on the Stones’ 1972 masterpiece. And everything changed.