The Skip in the Record There are days when nothing moves. You work and sweat and push, and nothing changes. You try harder, and it only gets worse. You feel like a man stuck in mud—fighting it only pulls you deeper.When that happens, most men grow bitter. They curse. They lash out. They fight the world like it owes them something.But I learned a

THE ROY DAWSON. THE ROYELVISBAND.Seattle. Songs. Scars. Soul.They call him a singer songwriter lyric God, but that ain’t the word. Roy Dawson is a damn force of nature. Ain’t no soft edges on this man. He walks like a freight train rolls—slow, heavy, and sure as hell not stopping unless you want to be part of the wreckage.That night in Seattl