In the heart of the nation's capital, in a courthouse of the U.S. government, one man will stop at nothing to keep his honor, and one will stop at nothing to find the truth.

This article originally appeared in Issue 5 of Crawdaddy in Sept. 1966. The Byrds have been personal favorites of mine since “Mr. Tambourine Man.” Their sonorous and overpowering (though technically ...

A girl, listening to the Byrds’ version of “Mr. Tambourine Man,” a girl who loved Bob Dylan, once said, “I don’t like it because it sounds like church music.” Meaning she didn’t like it because she ...

In its size, weight and length, The Byrds 1964-1967 is the prototypical coffee table item/gift book. But even as the comparatively narrow time frame it covers would seem to belie the heft of nearly ...