Logan Rd.

Willow

How the Mighty Fall

Cranes of Potter

Cody Jinks Sings Lefty Frizzell

I Never Go Around Mirrors

Quitter

We Never Change

Land of the Lost

Addictive Personality

Born where the dawn wears a glacier’s crown,
The sun sways sideways, dancin’ slow to the ground.
Learned to run with wolves, tradin’ whispers for trees,
 stitched with the grit of a thaw that won’t freeze.

“Snow’s no joke,” they spoke—
I poked, “Watch me yodel it warmer.”
Igloos lose their glow when my croon
cues its charmer drama.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

A truck full o’ trouble and a grin fit to sin,
Every mile, every trial, got a fresh coat of wind.
I’ve kissed broken roads, missed broken codes,
But I keep my word like I keep my load—
tight to the truth, ridin’ proof that I’m bold.

“It will blister your whiskers!” they bawl—
I brag, “I deep-fry sleet for my breakfast, y’all.”
When the ice starts to sass, I just answer in rhyme,
I turn igloos to fondue
turn igloos to fondue
all the damn time.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if the syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

I moonwalk a moose past the spruce,
baby, watch me snooze your tush.
I’m the rascal from Alaska
with a husky rush.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if the syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

I moonwalk a moose 
past the spruce,
baby, watch me snooze your tush.

I’m the rascal from Alaska
with a husky rush.

Dont ask me baby...
just blush...
i'm the rascal from alaska
with a husky rush

The rascal from Alaska

Should Have Kept That One

Broken Promises

“Raised Right Ran Wild” is a bold fusion of country grit and hip hop swagger. It tells the story of being grounded in small-town values while chasing the thrill of rebellion and freedom. The album blends dusty guitars with heavy beats, southern melodies with streetwise flow—creating a sound that’s raw, real, and unapologetically original.

Each track feels like a backroad freestyle: verses born out of late-night rides, hooks that echo with both family pride and a wild streak that can’t be tamed. It’s about knowing where you came from—faith, hard work, respect—while refusing to let anyone box in who you’re becoming.

“Raised Right Ran Wild” is more than music—it’s a statement. A soundtrack for those who straddle two worlds: the tradition of their roots and the pulse of modern hustle.

THANKFUL

Double-Wide Dream

One Star Flag

Kroes den Bock Records: rekindling the fire of the Golden Age of real music. 

Founded by Alaskan-born, Helmond-raised troubadour Kroes den Bock and Dutch poet-producer Martijn Benders, Kroes den Bock Records is an independent label devoted to the honey-warm, story-driven sound that country fans call the “Golden Age” —the 1970s era shaped by song-smiths like Bobby Bare, Don Williams, Jerry Jeff Walker and John Prine 

Working from the Netherlands yet rooted in American tradition, the imprint pairs analogue-leaning production with literary lyrics, capturing performances in the spirit of a front-porch jam. Every release is designed to let the tales breathe: clear vocals up front, unfussy arrangements underneath, and a commitment to authenticity over polish 

The label launches with Kroes’ homesick howl of a debut, The Rascal of Alaska, alongside a run of live-off-the-floor singles that celebrate spontaneity and soul.

Whether you grew up with a transistor radio on your windowsill or discovered country through a cracked phone speaker, Kroes den Bock Records is here to prove that the Golden Age isn’t over—it just found a new home. Saddle up and let the stories play.