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When I was growing up, my generation created rock gods. We bought their albums, pedaled or hitched our way to their shows, and watched them live like kings up on Mount Olympus.

Then the Internet came,first piracy, then streaming. The old gods got old. The new rockers jammed on, hard, tight, and fast, but the ladder was gone, and the well was running dry.

And then came Road Dust; an alternative country rock band that found a way to keep moving, to keep playing, or be damned.

I invite you to follow the band down the long highways of America—through their music, their mayhem, and their misdeeds.