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The Ghost of a Drum : On Phil Collins, No Jacket Required, and the Memory of a Missed Song
By Kyle J. Hayes There was a flash of excitement. That kind of flicker that only comes from nostalgia when it meets recognition. I saw No Jacket Required on the list, and my brain did what it always does—it leapt ahead of the facts, filled in the blanks with its own beautiful lies, and whispered, “In the Air
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The Day Had to Come: Appetite for Destruction and the Limits of Endurance
By Kyle J. Hayes I knew this day would come. Not every album on this list could be a masterpiece. Not every record could shake my soul, move my spirit, or make me rethink everything I knew about music. Everything can’t always be perfect, or great, or even good, for that matter. But I never
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Does Listening to Superfly Make You Cool?
By Kyle J. Hayes Some albums sound cool. And then some albums are cool. Albums so effortlessly smooth, so drenched in style and swagger, that just pressing play feels like stepping into another world. Albums that don’t just make you nod your head but make you walk differently. Makes you feel different. And Superfly? Man. Superfly is one of those albums. Curtis Mayfield didn’t
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Go Rin No Sho
I read a book in Highschool that mentioned it, read it once, read it again much later, then again , then again, each time learning something different.
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Hearing Born in the U.S.A. for the First Time—Again
By Kyle J. Hayes In 1984, Born in the U.S.A. was everywhere. It was the sound of shopping malls, car stereos, and bars with televisions blasting MTV. It was a staple, a part of the background noise of America, a song that seemed as inescapable as the country it was named after. And back then,
