It was a day that came rudely into the narrow streets of Nashville, where those who forged their destiny on hot strings and fast chords gathered together. That day was as wet as cheap whiskey, and the wind danced slowly through the empty alleys, imbued with the spirit of freedom. PJ Ferguson stood on the very threshold of the bar, waiting for his faithful friends.

The lights of unshakable determination sparkled in his eyes, and in his heart lay the anxiety of a musician whose strings had long ago ceased to yield to the will of the worn-out boots of agents and producers. And where the smoke of burning dreams was tightly intertwined with the aroma of Nashville Hot Chicken, PJ Ferguson, along with his band The Tennessee Strange, struck the strings of guitars. ‘Don’t Tell Me What to Play,’ his voice sounded like the wind, vibrating through the strings of his guitar.

His words were like a threatening storm cloud gathering in the evening sky. This music carries the strength of those who are not ready to succumb to behind-the-scenes persuasion, dancing on the strings of branded dolls. This is a hymn to those who lit candles on the path to freedom.

‘Don’t Tell Me What to Play’ sounded like a call from the mountain tops. And at that moment, the dense walls of the city let in the hot wind of change, and PJ Ferguson & The Tennessee Strange sounded like a storm in the night, breaking out of the shackles wrapped around the guitar strings.