David Crosby was a little ways off, walking away from where I stood — then I shouted out. His quick acknowledgement amused me greatly.

Tom Wilmeth remembers the gone-too-soon Jeff Beck, a supremely talented guitarist with a restless soul.

Mott the Hoople deserves wider fame for their eclectic mix of Dylan-esque folk rock, glam leanings, prog-type forays, proto punk/metal and rock ‘n’ roll.

Country songs were seldom this brazen, especially those recorded by its female stars – and many radio stations banned Loretta Lynn’s “The Pill.”

Mike Tiano remembers how music and Microsoft brought the legendary drummer Alan White into his life.

Songwriter Erik Ritland reflects on the impact Meat Loaf had on his music – and his life.

Jim Pembroke is lost, but thankfully not without a trace. Here’s an appreciation of this legend from the Finnish prog band Wigwam, written “in gratitude.”

“See, it takes two of us to make an Everly Brothers record,” Don Everly once told me, “and there’s just no way around it.”

Music is the sound of feelings whose names haven’t yet been invented. Similarly, the experience of vinyl isn’t something words do justice to.

Thank you, Jim Steinman, for showing the world what feelings sound like when we let ourselves experience them at their loudest.