The Haunted Legacy of Procol Harum and A Whiter Shade of Pale
It was the summer of 1967, a season synonymous with the Summer of Love, where the air in San Francisco and London was thick with the scent of incense and the sound of revolutionary change. Amidst the swirling kaleidoscope of psychedelic rock and the burgeoning counterculture, a haunting, organ-drenched melody drifted out of the speakers … Read more