Cabin Fever Studio Productions

08/26/2026

We grieve the loss of Dolly Parton along with the rest of the world.

Global icon and humanitarian, Dolly Parton, known to the world as a beloved singer, songwriter, philanthropist, actress, playwright, and author died peacefully today in Nashville, Tennessee. She was 80 years old.

Dolly is preceded in death by her beloved husband of 59 years Carl Thomas Dean (1942 – 2025), her mother Avie Lee Caroline Owens (1923 – 2003), and father, Robert Lee Parton, Sr. (1921 – 2000).

A rhinestone life that shone bright enough for the world to see, Dolly will forever stand as an inspiration not only through her timeless music and prolific songwriting, but also her wit, warmth, and kindness that made us all feel like family. Dolly Parton’s legacy is one of love, compassion, and resilience. With a seven-decade career, she inspired multiple generations of artists and fans with her music and an unwavering commitment to making the world a better place. Her songs will continue to resonate with people of all ages, and her philanthropic work will have a lasting impact.

At Dolly’s request, a small, private service will be held for immediate family. Dolly’s fans and friends from around the world are encouraged to pay tribute to Dolly on social media by tagging or by leaving a message at www.dollyparton.com

In lieu of flowers the family asks for donations to be made to Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library at www.imaginationlibrary.com

08/25/2026

We are very excited about our new project with Esosa! What a great spirit and talent! Looking forward to the fun!

08/19/2026

In Memory of Michael Andrew (Andy) McKinney (1/28/69-8/22/25)
Dear Andy,
We can’t believe it’s been a year this Saturday, August 22, since you left us. There has not been one day that you haven’t been thought of and missed. We have relived so many memories and “do you remember” moments. We have listened to your music that lives on forever and looked at your pictures that bring us both smiles and tears. We have found scrap pieces of paper hidden everywhere with your “just for you” messages, notes and lyrics. We have looked at your basses in the studio, sitting silent, no one daring to touch them and/or play them. Who could ever play them like you did anyway? We have looked at your special spot in the living area, sitting empty but always filled with images of you and loving memories. We still hear (and remember!) your jokes and your laughter and will always remember the fun you brought to us. We still hear your voice calling our names, answering us back, giving us compliments. We miss your amazing strength and determination, your love for life and fight to stay with us. There are so many more things that could be added but most of all we miss that special smile and spark that filled us with your energy, passion and endless love. Yes, our dear sweet Andy, you are missed and will always be loved and never forgotten. You are a part of us all forever.

08/17/2026

08/10/2026

Our engineer Tim Stewart and studio owner Lynne O'Quinn. They're the best!!! Pay no attention to the man behind the camera. HaHa!!!

07/29/2026

He was riding his Harley too fast. The way he always did.

October 29th, 1971. Hillcrest Avenue in Macon, Georgia.

A flatbed truck stopped ahead. It carried a crane on its back. He swerved to miss it. Just clipped the steel ball on the boom. His bike threw him. Then landed on him. Dragged him 90 feet down the road.

He stopped breathing twice in the ambulance. Paramedics brought him back both times.

Barely a mark on him.

They told his family he would live.

Then, three hours into surgery, word came that he hadn't.

His insides had been crushed under the weight.

Duane Allman was 24 years old. Three weeks short of his 25th birthday.

Now rewind three years.

Muscle Shoals, Alabama. A small studio that made enormous records. A man named Wilson Pickett showed up with no songs to cut. A young guitarist made a wild suggestion: cover the Beatles while "Hey Jude" is still on the charts.

Everyone thought he was insane.

Pickett cut it anyway.

At the end of that record, the guitar does something nobody expected.

A man in England heard it on the radio and froze.

He phoned the label immediately: Who is that?

That man was Eric Clapton.

He said he had to know. Right then.

Duane started playing guitar at 14. By his early twenties, he was the most wanted session musician in the South. He played for Aretha Franklin, King Curtis, Clarence Carter. His name often wasn't even on the sleeve.

In 1969, he built his own band. Two lead guitars. Two drummers. Nobody did that.

At night, they walked up to Rose Hill Cemetery with their instruments and wrote songs among the graves.

In 1970, Eric Clapton finally got his wish. The Allman Brothers played near his studio. Clapton stopped his own session to watch. Then he asked Duane to play on his record.

The band was called Derek and the Dominos.

The song they built together changed rock history.

It's called "Layla."

Listen to it. Two guitars fight all through it. That soaring slide guitar part — the one everybody knows — that's Duane. The long piano ending, with the guitar crying over it? Also him. That bird-call sound near the fade? Him too.

Clapton called Duane the musical brother he never had.

It became one of the greatest rock songs ever recorded.

Most people who love it don't know he's on it.

He had been alive for 24 years and 11 months when they buried him at Rose Hill. The cemetery where he wrote.

The band couldn't stop. They were mid-album. They finished "Eat a Peach" around the hole he left.

Three months later, it was released.

Then, in November 1972, his bass player died too.

Berry Oakley. Also 24. Also a motorcycle. Also three blocks away.

They buried him at Rose Hill. A few feet from Duane.

You can stand between both graves at once.

Every day, somewhere, a radio station plays "Layla."

A driver turns it up when that piano part starts.

They wait for that crying slide guitar over the top.

That's a 24-year-old kid from Alabama who never lived to hear how big it got.

But the whole world heard him.

And the whole world still hears him.

Every single day.