The first thing your eye meets is a woman with her arms thrown wide, as if she has just stepped forward to greet you. She wears a white cowboy hat pulled low over blonde hair, a blue neckerchief knotted at the throat, and long yellow chaps that fall to blue boots. Around her, framing her from shoulder to boot, curves a garland of golden yellow flowers bent into the unmistakable shape of a heart. She is centered on deep black, and against that darkness she glows.

Woven right into the flowers, in a looping hand-lettered script, are the words Sweetheart of the Rodeo. Above her, in bold block capitals, sits the name of the band: The Byrds.

What reads at a glance as a simple smiling cowgirl is nothing the band photographed or invented. She was lifted whole from somewhere else, an emblem with a life long before it reached a 1968 pop album, and the closer you look at the crowded edges of the sleeve, the older and stranger the whole thing becomes.