We embark down a long dirt road to find ourselves on a cattle ranch somewhere just outside of Nashville, Tennessee. Lured in by steel guitars and charming fiddles weaving their plectrums and bows across their strings, we are utterly possessed to begin our two-step the moment our boots hit the gravel. Somewhere in the distance it’s as though there is a barn full of strangers … Continue reading We’re Blowin’ Dust as we race towards Randy Ross’s latest.