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

If we want a better world—and I know we do—we have to start where the soul is still pure. We have to start with our children.They’re not just the future. They are the now. They are watching us, learning from us, copying us. And if we don’t give them the tools they need—real tools, not just tests and grades—then we’ve already failed th