In the late 1960s, a hillside neighborhood above Los Angeles became the unlikely engine of American rock. Laurel Canyon turned folk into electric confessionals, gave us Joni, Jackson, Carole, and CSNY, and stitched neighbors into collaborators.

From porches and living rooms came a sound that carried into arenas with the Eagles and Fleetwood Mac. The Canyon itself faded, but its mythology remains: proof that music can bloom from proximity, intimacy, and community.

Text The Professor

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