There’s a moment in music history—etched deep but rarely spoken—when you realize greatness isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always fill stadiums or flash across selfies in neon lights. Sometimes, it walks quietly among us, buying morning coffee, humming to the tune of its own scars. That’s Roy Dawson, and for the real music lovers, that na

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