By: Tim Newby / Photos by: Tim Newby
A glass of whiskey sat in front of me, directly next to it a typewriter with a blank sheet of paper loaded into the carriage. Try it out, implored Baltimore singer/songwriter Caleb Stine.
The typewriter sat on the table in Stine’s kitchen and he had just finished telling me how, in a very Dylan-esque way, he likes to type out all of the lyrics to his songs. He explained, “When it is typed it is real, it is much easier to see what lines work in each song. It is like having a demo recording”.
Following his advice I began to type. Despite the nonsensical sentences I put on the paper, the clacking of typewriter keys is a distinct sound, one long forgotten with the comparatively silent sound that emits from computer keyboards. And this intoxicating sound soon got me into the steady rhythm of writing. While I was typing away, Stine grabbed his guitar and took the seat across the table from me.
When my typing slowed, he announced, “Here is the new one.”