There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when the stories behind the songs get captured on tape. Not the polished liner note version that a publicist polished… I mean the unfiltered yarns told in smoky rooms under suspect stage lights that flicker like they’re listening too. Those moments when a songwriter stops being a performer and starts being a friend you’re drinking with on your back patio somewhere between midnight and the rest of your life. Hundreds, maybe thousand

"Video Killed the Radio Star" was the first shot fired, and for a while, music videos were the main source of cool. I was a kid raised...