01The door was always open
Before there
was a stage,
there was
a basement.
In the segregated South, Black musicians could perform on Nashville’s stages but couldn’t always stay in its white-owned hotels.
So Rev. Samuel McCrary opened his home.
And downstairs, in the basement, they sang.
Pops Staples. James Cleveland.
Shirley Caesar. Dorothy Love Coates.
Music filled the house. Rehearsals carried through the walls. Stories were shared around the table.
And four daughters were listening.
