The irony of the 45 rpm single is it was once a disposable product marketed to teenagers. Today, they're objects of obsession, desire, and even lust. Some sell for thousands, while most remain the plastic waste product of a fickle society. For an artist of the '60s or '70s, a single — an ephemeral two or three minutes of triumph and grace — may be the sole physical relic of unfulfilled,... More >>>