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 road gets long sometimes. Longer than the white lines stretching ahead. Longer than the hours since your last real sleep. You sit behind the wheel, night pressing in on all sides, and you start to feel like the last man left alive.But then you turn the dial.And there it is — that sound.And suddenly, you're not alone anymore.It’s The RoyElvi