Tag: Ft Worth Texas

Roots Over Mimicry

Raised on a cattle ranch in rural West Texas, Hayden Redwine comes by that sound honest. To my ear, his voice carries some of the same grit folks hear in Ryan Bingham—but I don’t hear imitation. That’s just West Texas dust settlin’ into a man’s accent. I’ll choose roots over mimicry every time.

I’ve had Redwine in steady rotation lately, especially after seeing his name listed as the supporting artist on Colter Wall’s upcoming tour. That show I’ve been circlin’ on the calendar? It’s about to come alive in Fort Worth weekend after next—and if the room’s got any sense, it’ll show up early and listen close.

Y’all—do yourself a favor and check out The Quiet, the latest release from Hayden Redwine, pulled from his Southbound Sessions.

This one’s been stickin’ with me. It’s stripped down, heavy in the chest, and honest in that way West Texas songs tend to be when they ain’t tryin’ too hard. No flash, no filler—just space, silence, and the kind of weight that settles in after the last note fades.

I’m diggin’ this one a lot.

Turn it up.

Then sit still and let it do what it does.

Some songs don’t need much—just a voice, a truth, and enough quiet to let both breathe. This is one of those. If you’re passin’ through Fort Worth soon, get there early. The good stuff usually happens before the lights come all the way up.

— Pancho’s Picks 🎶

P A N C H O ’ S  P I C K S :  Memories & Empties Drops at Midnight

Tonight at midnight, when most of West Texas is asleep or lying about not being lonely, Colter Wall is rolling out his brand-new record Memories & Empties — a title that already sounds like a neon-lit truth from the bottom shelf of any roadhouse between Fort Stockton and the Panhandle.

And here’s the thing about Colter:

He’s out here singing songs older than the dirt on your boots…

yet somehow still young enough to get carded at The Blue Light.

That’s the magic — an old man’s soul tucked inside a young cowboy’s frame.

And this time, he didn’t just give us an album.

He gave us a trail to run.

Colter Dropped New Tour Dates

And riding shotgun is Hayden Redwine, a rising songwriter with a rawhide voice and a style that feels like lightning bottled in a Mason jar. The kid’s good — real good — the kind that makes you listen closer without even knowing why.

Colter + Hayden = a night where silence between songs hits as hard as the songs themselves.

And for me?

This run of dates means something a little bigger.

Pancho’s Bucket-of-Dreams Moment

I’ll be seeing Colter live in Fort Worth this year — a bucket-of-dreams moment I’ve carried around like a lucky coin. I’ve wanted that show for a long damn time, and now it’s happening right there in Cowtown.

But with these brand-new dates dropping, there’s a real chance I might get to see him right here at home too.

Wouldn’t that be something?

A little West Texas luck sneaking in through the side door.

Midnight Rituals

So here’s the plan:

At 11:59 p.m., I’ll be out back under the porch light, thumb hovering over the refresh button like a man waiting on a sign.

When the clock hits 12, Memories & Empties will be here — prairie hymns, dust-bitten stories, baritone thunder, and the kind of songwriting that makes you stare at the horizon even if you ain’t going nowhere.

Tonight, We Ride

Pour something cold.

Kick your boots off the table.

Let the music walk its way into you.