A song about taking charge and understanding the "you" in your own life.

Truth be told

A brand new, exclusive track recorded live at Blackbird Studio in Nashville, TN

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Ty Tansug
Additional engineering by Nathan Ranalli
Recorded at Blackbird Studio, Nashville, TN

Blackbird Studio Sessions

Fire in the Hole (Blackbird Studio Sessions)

Old Amber

This episode of Big Blend Radio's BIG DAILY BLEND with co-host Joey Stuckey, focuses on his new album, "Joey Stuckey - Live from Macon." This in-studio recording was done during the filming of "Vision," an 11-minute documentary by Michael Whalen that showcases Joey's music and inspirations. 

Joey Stuckey, Music Ambassador of Macon, Georgia "The Southern Rock Capital of the World," is award-winning blind guitarist, songwriter, singer, composer, producer, and sound engineer. More: https://www.joeystuckey.com/

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Live From Macon

Musician Joey Stuckey - Live from Macon

Let generative outlaw rock ignite your speakers—moonshine‑fueled riffs built by neural nets.
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[Verse 1]
Black-top fever in a rust-bleed Ford,  
Guitar growlin’, radio roarin’ like a two-stroke chord
Jar full o’ moonfire sloshin’ rocket fuel,  
Slidin’ sideways past the sleepy county school.  
[Chorus]
Sip that starlit venom, let it spark the fuse,  
Copper-kissed thunder we were born to abuse.  
Steals your breath like a pedal-steel cry in the pines—  
Tip it high, graze the sky, drown the dark in shine. 
[Verse 2]
Creek-bed choir where the backwoods still once sang,  
Bottle-neck echoes through the hills with a chain-saw twang.  
Boot-heels muddy with that red-clay stain,  
Trading halos for the howl of an outlaw train.  
[Chorus]
Sip that starlit venom, let it spark the fuse,  
Copper-kissed thunder we were born to abuse.  
Steals your breath like a pedal-steel cry in the pines—  
Tip it high, graze the sky, drown the dark in shine.  
[Verse 3]
Dawn’s sneakin’ up, tryin’ to dim our roar,  
Spokes spit lightning on the blacktop floor.  
Hearts beat double with a gasoline grace,  
Carvin’ legends in the dust of this reckless highway’s face. 
[Chorus]
Sip that starlit venom, let it spark the fuse,  
Copper-kissed thunder we were born to abuse.  
Steals your breath like a pedal-steel cry in the pines—  
Tip it high, graze the sky, drown the dark in shine.

Drown the Dark in Shine

2025’s hottest outlaw rock anthem—feel the Porch‑Light Crown ignite your speakers!

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[Verse 1]
Neon claws the midnight, makes the barroom bones all shine,
My road-scarred Gibson growls in crooked three-four time.
Each riff strikes a match that sets my white-wall dreams on fire—
There’s a lantern-lit lady in the hills jerkin’ me by copper wire.
[Chorus]
I’m the porch-light crowned when the gravel sings me home,
Porch-swing coronation draped in cedar, rust, and chrome.
Those carbon-arc spotlights crumble the second that she grins;
Big-city fortunes flutter—her outlaw always wins.
[Verse 2]
Sheriff ghosts are fading like the stubs of cigarette,
I gun that V-8 thunder—ain’t met a border yet.
Every mile’s a nickel spent to buy her candlelight,
Swapping cheers and bourbon tears for her hush of Friday night.
[Chorus]
I’m the porch-light crowned when the gravel sings me home,
Porch-swing coronation draped in cedar, rust, and chrome.
Those carbon-arc spotlights crumble the second that she grins;
Big-city fortunes flutter—her outlaw always wins.
[Bridge]
Sunrise pours molasses down the cracks of Highway Ten,
Dash light says I’m fifteen minutes from her arms again.
When she unlatches that screen door, every headline disappears;
Silver lies with yesterday—her gold outshines the cheers.
[Chorus]
I’m the porch-light crowned when the gravel sings me home,
Porch-swing coronation draped in cedar, rust, and chrome.
Those carbon-arc spotlights crumble the second that she grins;
Big-city fortunes flutter—her outlaw always wins.

Porch Light Crown

Ride the Dust: Roots Traded for Routes

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[Verse 1]  
Sun-bleached brim on a black felt hat,  
Maps every mile I carved in the flat;  
Boot-heel sparks like flint on steel,  
Chasin’ the rim of a run-down wheel
[Chorus]  
I’m the gravel-kissed rider, curve-born twin—  
Can’t name the horizon, but I know where I’ve been.  
The wind spills secrets, keeps whisperin’ my name;  
I trade roots for routes and refuse to stake claim.  
Roll till the Reaper pours a whiskey grin,  
I’m the gravel-kissed rider, curve-born twin.  
[Verse 2]  
Midnight jukebox coughs bar-room blues,  
Sheriff deals glances like IOUs.  
Lady Luck laughs in a lipstick shade;  
I tip my brim, let the joker get played.
[Chorus]  
I’m the gravel-kissed rider, curve-born twin—  
Can’t name the horizon, but I know where I’ve been.  
The wind spills secrets, keeps whisperin’ my name;  
I trade roots for routes and refuse to stake claim.  
Roll till the Reaper pours a whiskey grin,  
I’m the gravel-kissed rider, curve-born twin.
[Verse 3]  
Moonlight hangs on a chain-link sky,  
Coyotes rhyme with a box-car cry.  
I leave my past where the rail ties rust,  
Grow wings on wheels and shake off the dust.  
[Chorus]  
I’m the gravel-kissed rider, curve-born twin—  
Can’t name the horizon, but I know where I’ve been.  
The wind spills secrets, keeps whisperin’ my name;  
I trade roots for routes and refuse to stake claim.  
Roll till the Reaper pours a whiskey grin,  
I’m the gravel-kissed rider, curve-born twin.

Roots Traded for Routes

Bourbon blaze & dusty beats—hit play on the hottest outlaw story song this year

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[Verse 1]
Parked my rust-bit Dodge where the blacktop cracks,
River keeps time on abandoned tracks.
Heard of day-rate gravel work past Devil’s Ridge,
I’ll chase that rumor till the gas light quits.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.
[Verse 2]
Foreman flips quarters while our ribs keep score,
Shingles leak hymns through a tar-paper floor.
Sweat buys a minute, then the minute turns mean—
Hope’s just a ghost in a slot machine.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.

Last Call at the Furnace Line

Storm‑soaked Cowboy Anthem | New Outlaw Country Rock 2025 | Must‑Hear Track

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[Verse 1]
Diesel growls at midnight, kicking gravel ‘cross the line,
Half-a-pack of Marlboros, a dollar short of fine.
I don’t miss the quiet ’til the last bar tune is gone,
And I don’t taste the heartache ’til the highway rolls on.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Funny how a man starts reaching when there’s something wrong.
[Verse 2]
Poker chips and promises traded at the county fair,
Left a ring in Amarillo, left my conscience lying there.
I don’t hear the bridges falling ’til the timbers start to smoke,
And I don’t crave forgiveness ’til the bottle’s got me choked.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Funny how a man starts reaching when there’s something wrong.
[Verse 3]
Someday those street-lamp shadows are gonna rope me good and tight,
I’ll follow porch-light halos to a woman’s softer night.
I won’t miss the hard road once her arms are holding near,
But a man don’t smell the powder ’til the gunshot’s in his ear.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Truth is, we all start reaching when there’s something wrong.

Chasing Shelter in a Storm

Some people spend their entire lives trying to measure up to the expectations and standards of others. Only to find after wasted years that they no longer recognize the person they once were...hiding behind the mask of external expectations. If you listen closely you can hear his gentle voice calling you to "come home"....In his arms fears vanish, hope is restored, and you can become what he always knew you could be...long before you ever thought about him....Jesus is calling; forgiveness, love, and mercy are available when you take your first steps toward home. 
You Can't Get Good Enough Copyright 2025 RionDouglass

Can't Get Good Enough

“I’d Still Choose You” doesn’t sound like a choice—it feels inevitable. Acoustic guitar in quiet patterns, Hammond breathing underneath, a voice high and fragile at once. The song moves like a memory that refuses to fade: simple, clear, impossible to erase. Not a chorus, but a promise written by hand.


I’d Still Choose You

This is a "quiet-loud" dynamic Alternative Country-Rock Ballad. It begins with a sparse, moody, and atmospheric acoustic-driven verse, reminiscent of modern folk. The song then explodes in the chorus into a powerful, anthemic Southern Rock sound with heavy electric guitars, a driving rhythm section, and a raw, passionate vocal delivery.  The Song, No Superhuman, is somber, gritty, and reflective in the verses. This builds to a feeling of powerful, anthemic, and raw resilience in the chorus. It's a song about admitting mortal flaws and finding strength in a human connection.

No Superhuman (Country)

Introducing The Damn Shames! The southern rock band yer mama's been talkin' bout! #trailersonbricks

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

Catch them on tour (if their GPS actually works this time), and remember their motto: “Breaking homes one chorus at a time!”

RionDouglass is a dynamic Father-Son songwriting duo hailing from the heart of the rugged West Texas plains. With powerful lyrics and soul-stirring music, they weave together stories of Love, Faith, and Family—offering a beacon of hope and guidance in a world searching for truth and purpose. Their songs are a celebration of life, wrapped in the warmth of an intimate walk with Jesus, inviting you to experience the beauty of faith in every note.

Formed in 2013. Dissolved in silence. Reopened only in fragments.

Morrigan’s Howl was a French-Breton band led by Julien Moreau — singer, writer, shadow. Known for their haunting lyrics, analog aesthetics, and theatrical performances, the group released only four official albums before withdrawing from the public eye.

Their sound was a blend of psychedelic folk rock, 70’s ballads, and distorted intimacy. Every song felt like a lost letter. Every show, a ritual.

Rumors say they never truly split. Just vanished.

These releases are part of the surviving archive.
Curated by those who still remember.

Music is the language and soul of humanity.  You can see and hear music, if not…you feel it.  Listen, see, and feel the music.

My story is the same as probably so many.  I always wanted to write music and share it, to express it, to let others feel it.  Like so many before me - life took over.  Responsibility.  Sure, I could have gone after the things I loved, but I felt the responsibility, so off around the world I went.  That was truly amazing, too.  But always tapping on my shoulder was the desire to write.  So I kept at it, just never doing anything with it.

Jumping forward to the here and now - I’m doing it.  Writing, composing, arranging, and editing.  I hope you enjoy it, give me your thoughts, and share it with others. 

Thank you,
JCCutter

Listen, see, and feel the music.

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