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

"They Wanted War — I Gave Them Silence"They wanted it to mean something. The stalking, the subtle aggression, the fake names typed on keyboards in dim-lit rooms—they wanted all of it to mean something to me. Like war. They needed the title: Enemy. They needed the chase, the drama, the grand clash of minds. But the silence I gave them instead? T