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

There was a time when it felt like the universe was conspiring against me. As I walked my path, I realized I wasn’t alone—not truly. There were others, lurking in the shadows, who couldn’t stand to see me succeed. Someone—a "copycat," a mirror image of sorts—was trying to undermine my every move, all while living in a constant state of de