“The Night Conway Twitty’s Family Swore to Keep Secret — In His Own Words”
If you’re reading this, it means I’ve left more behind than songs and photographs. The…
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Read MoreDecades may have passed since Conway Twitty last stepped into a recording studio, but his…
Read MoreIt wasn’t a concert. There were no cameras, no ticket stubs, no spotlight waiting to…
Read MoreIt was late — the kind of quiet hour when the world feels smaller, when…
Read MoreIt’s not every day that time rewinds. Yet here we are, holding in our hands…
Read MoreHe sang about love like he had lived it a thousand lifetimes—his voice low, velvet-smooth,…
Read MoreFor most of her life, Kathy Twitty remained silent. She stood just beyond the spotlight,…
Read MoreIt was just a studio. Just another day. But what Conway Twitty did behind that…
Read MoreNo fireworks. No flashing lights. Just one man, one microphone, and a song that made…
Read MoreIn 1958, a young man named Conway Twitty recorded a song late at night, almost…
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