“TWO MEN. OVER FIVE DECADES OF BROTHERHOOD. ONE QUIET NIGHT IN NASHVILLE.” That evening, Nashville didn’t sound like itself. The air felt heavy—like the city was listening. It was Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry, sitting together without microphones, without an audience, without the need to say much at all.
That evening, Nashville didn’t sound like itself. The streets were calmer. The noise softer. The…
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