08/11/2026
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I like Morgan Wade’s music.
And I realize that’s not exactly a groundbreaking statement. Lots of people like Morgan Wade. She has sold records and concert tickets and presumably owns several guitars, so there is already considerable evidence that I am not alone here.
But her songs resonate with me.
They’re real. And I mean actually real, not the kind of “real” where somebody puts on an old pearl-snap shirt, finds a dirt road and has a photographer follow them around for an afternoon.
There’s some mileage in those songs.
Hope. Regret. Bad decisions. Good intentions. Loving people. Losing people. Trying to become a better version of yourself while occasionally discovering the old version still has your phone number.
And then there’s that voice.
Tangy. Gritty. A little rough around the edges. Like somebody poured Virginia through a guitar amplifier and didn't bother filtering it first.
I like that.
I like music where you can hear a human being in it. I don’t need every corner sanded down. Life has corners. People have corners. It stands to reason that decent music ought to have a few too.
Anyway, Morgan Wade is coming to Weldon Mills Theatre in Roanoke Rapids next month, which is a mighty good place to see somebody like her.
It’s a great little venue. Free parking. Cheap drinks. You walk in, hear some good music, have yourself a beverage and walk back to your vehicle afterward without discovering you somehow financed a small municipal infrastructure project.
That’s increasingly rare.
So I reckon we’ll go listen to Morgan Wade sing about hope, heartache and the general difficulty of being a person.
And thanks to free parking and cheap drinks, we may leave with some hope of our own.
