Jeannie Seely – Don’t Touch Me (1966)
The light is low. A single bulb hangs over the scarred, dark wood of the console. The air in the…
The light is low. A single bulb hangs over the scarred, dark wood of the console. The air in the…
The air in the control room must have been thick with the scent of old wood, tobacco, and the ozone…
The air in the Nashville studio that day in 1967 must have been thick with the smell of cigarette smoke…
It’s late. The kitchen is dark save for the amber glow spilling from the open refrigerator, the soundtrack the low…
It’s 3 AM, and the city outside is nothing but a distant hum. I’m sitting in the dark, the kind…
It’s late, the kind of stillness that settles over a house when the last light has been extinguished and the…
The car was an old Ford, the seats vinyl, the air thick with the dust of a summer road trip…
It is a late December evening. The air is cold, the glow from a single lamp is warm, and a…
The air in the old Chevrolet was thick with the scent of vinyl and forgotten coffee. It was late, maybe…
The late 1960s were a volatile, messy, and loud era in American life. Yet, amidst the psychedelic swirls of San…