August 2025

“This one’s for every road we’ve traveled… and every soul who came along for the ride.” Before a single note was played, Ronnie Dunn’s quiet dedication filled the arena with pure gratitude. Beside him, Kix Brooks tipped his hat, and as their legendary voices finally collided—rough and smooth, fire and steel—it was clear this wasn’t just another song. It was a heartfelt thank you from two brothers in song who never forgot the people who put them on that stage.

Introduction Brooks & Dunn: A Farewell Carved in Song The lights dimmed — not to...

“Most people have no idea what I’ve been through…” For decades, we’ve known Ronnie Dunn’s legendary voice, but we never knew the silent battles he fought after the lights went down. He’s now revealing the immense pressure and anxiety behind the fame, admitting there were nights he’d sing with everything he had and then retreat to a hotel room “feeling completely empty.” It’s a powerful reminder that the strongest voices sometimes carry the heaviest burdens, and the real story is rarely in the liner notes.

Introduction ‘I Was Chasing Peace’: Ronnie Dunn’s Brave Confession About the Private Anxiety Behind His...

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