They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. Th… Read More

When You Stop Repeating Yourself, You Find Out Who Was Really ThereSome people do not love you.They love the echo of you.They love the version that agrees quickly, adapts effortlessly, and never asks them… Read More

There’s something about Roy Dawson that shakes the dust out of the corners of this tired music industry. It’s not just the gravel in his voice or the fire in his guitar, it’s the way he keeps standing up after every hit and sa… Read More