AN EVENING with J EDWARDS

Hunger can go a long way, especially when it comes to the life of a musician. Take J Edwards for instance. In an industry that all too often gives into formulas and politics, J Edwards says he just wants to “write damn good music that’s heartfelt . . . that’s all it should be about.” That’s why he is one of Nashville’s most underrated and best kept secrets. Edwards’ raspy voice and raw, soulful original lyrics pull locals and visitors alike into his secret sanctuary, all in search of the unique and enduring spirit that made Nashville the “It City” long before the bachelorettes did.

This is all because if he ain’t lived it, he ain’t writing it – and he definitely ain’t singing it. Sporting a salt and pepper beard, shaggy hair, and a plaid shirt, he jokes that at times, people confuse him for Chris Stapleton’s older brother. And while his vocals may run alongside one of his obvious influences, the great Bob Seger, Edwards stands in his own box, or lack thereof.

Maybe that’s why the industry doesn’t exactly know what to do with the Arkansas native. It wouldn’t be the first time. Look at Cash, Willie, and Waylon. In Edward’s impressive catalogue, you won’t find commercial sell outs about trucks, beer and girls, but you will find grit and realism. You will find a little bit of country, a little bit of rock, and some blues thrown in for good measure. You will find stories about the workin’ man, the heartbroken man, and the defiant man who’s simply not ready to give up yet.