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Artist of the Month – September 2019

It’s always enjoyable to be surprised. Aaron Patterson is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. Sincere, kind-hearted, and someone with whom it’s incredibly easy to converse. Maybe it’s my weird mind, but I guess I subconsciously pigeon-holed him that he only plays a “real nice” brand of music. I was incorrect. Aaron’s…

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Hunter Billingsley

Hunter Billingsley has music in his blood. A 22-year-old native to the Texas Hill Country, Hunter comes by his love of music and natural proclivities for it honestly. His great aunt was a Broadway singer. His cousin, Donald Braswell, finished 4th place on America’s Got Talent and toured throughout Europe. His grandfather was an accomplished…

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Music – Jessa Rew

Jessa Rew’s confidence and grace comes across right away—whether talking to her over a cup of coffee or watching her share her songs from the stage. Jessa grew up on a 4,000 acre ranch in Pendleton, Oregon. Most of her early childhood was spent in the outdoors with her horses, enjoying the family’s beautiful piece…

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Music – Matt Kersh

Matt Kersh writes and plays classic Americana/Folk, plenty of soul, with Texas roots. His powerful lyrics paired with his soulful voice create music that is both familiar and new at the same time, comforting and thought-provoking. A chance to see him perform live is something to be sought after. Kersh is a native Texan, born…

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The Past

Despite what it looks like with these stories, I think very little about my past. What is done, I like to leave done. Maybe this is me keeping a few memories for later? For a day when I will want to look back. But, after I close this story, I won’t look back for a…

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Black Ribbons Part Three

There are distances we make for others. Spaces. Between looks. They are hard to cross. Hidden miles between drinks and conversations. I was lost out there as tea table lights faded into darker hours. My eyes – glassed. Not from exhaustion, or beer – this is still the first can half-drunk and warm from my…

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Black Ribbons Part 2

The next twenty minutes found me standing outside the motel. Making a few calls on the phone down my list: Dad, girlfriend, friends back home, and finally anything I was missing for work. I was in the middle of texting my girlfriend about what she did last night when the driver pulled up.  “Ruh-ne?” he yelled…

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Troubadour

Black Ribbons White: a single wooden side table held a heavily used coffee maker, and a few pamphlets. The only things on the wall to break up this ocean of white: a red plastic clock and a pastel work of wild flowers framed in a dull gold. At the front desk, unaware or uncaring about…

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Dogs, Pt. III

Montreal was quiet. Sunlight poured low and soft. Broken rays across the last few streets as I made my way back to the club. Two more lights, then a left, then over the hill… I think… Seemed like a lot of places were closed – bars shut over windows and plexi-doors with heavy pad locks. Some…

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