John Fogerty – Change in the Weather
Classic Oldies “Change in the Weather” is John Fogerty reading the sky like a warning sign—when the air turns uneasy, it’s not just the season that’s shifting, it’s the world. The clearest…
Classic Oldies
Alabama – Forever’s as Far as I’ll Go
A vow said in plain clothes — “Forever’s as Far as I’ll Go” is the kind of promise you speak once, softly, and then spend a lifetime keeping. When Alabama…
Dwight Yoakam – Train in Vain
A punk confession reborn under honky-tonk lights — “Train in Vain” becomes a bluegrass-tinged handshake between London grit and Bakersfield grace, where denial softens into a rueful smile. Put the…
John Fogerty – Eye of the Zombie
“Eye of the Zombie” is Fogerty’s alarm bell in a pop disguise—a grim little groove that asks what happens when whole crowds keep moving, but stop feeling. When John Fogerty…
Dwight Yoakam – Dim Lights, Thick Smoke
A neon prayer in three-and-a-half minutes — “Dim Lights, Thick Smoke (and Loud, Loud Music)” finds Dwight Yoakam back under the barroom bulbs, tipping his hat to honky-tonk wisdom and…
John Fogerty – Hearts of Stone
“Hearts of Stone” is a sweet-sounding warning wrapped in a sing-along groove—a song that smiles as it tells you the hardest truth: some hearts simply won’t soften, no matter how…
Dwight Yoakam – I’ll Pretend
A brisk, blue-lit confession of denial — “I’ll Pretend” teaches the oldest honky-tonk trick: when the truth is too sharp to touch, you sing around it until your hands stop…
John Fogerty – Rockin’ All Over the World
“Rockin’ All Over the World” is a simple rock chant that turns into a kind of passport—a reminder that joy can travel farther than trouble, and that a good groove…
Alabama – Close Enough to Perfect
A blue-collar love note sung with quiet devotion — “Close Enough to Perfect” honors the kind of woman, and the kind of life, that gets taken for granted until a…
Dwight Yoakam – Stop The World (And Let Me Off)
A stop-time prayer for the brokenhearted — “Stop the World (And Let Me Off)” is the moment grief asks for mercy, and a honky-tonk answers with a slow, knowing nod.…