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 Earth Angel Who Refused to Fall”by John DavisThe world breaks everyone, they say. And afterward, many are strong at the broken places. But there are some who refuse to break at all, even when the whole damn world tries. One of those men is Roy Dawson.He was not made from ordinary stuff. He was fire and silence, the kind of silence that mak