Roy Dawson isn’t just another singer-songwriter—he’s cut from the cloth of rock legends. The kind of cloth that smells like bar smoke, sweat, and American grit. The kind of cloth soaked in heartache, highway miles, and hand-written lyrics on paper napkins—torn and stuffed in back pockets after a long set at a dive bar somewhere between nowh

The Fool, The Heart, and The Price We PayEverybody plays the fool sometime. There’s a truth in that, as plain as the sun setting in the west. You’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. We’ve all seen it. The fool is not a fool because of ignorance but because of the simple, human act of trusting. Trusting in dreams that fade before our eyes, in hearts t