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Emmitt Owens

  • No, Buzzard Dust Mixtapes Isn’t Rap—And That’s Exactly the Point

    The Buzzard Times No, Buzzard Dust Mixtapes Isn’t Rap—And That’s Exactly the Point By Staff Reporter BUZZARD ROOST, Ala. — Every so often someone stumbles across the name Buzzard Dust Mixtapes and assumes it’s another rap project. The Buzzard Dust crew says that couldn’t be further from the truth. While the original Buzzard Dust Mixtapes… Read more

  • Buzzard Dust Mixtapes – Derrick Mobley “Alabama” Lyrics

    Derrick Mobley – “Alabama”Written by: Emmitt OwensBuzzard Dust: Nickel [Verse 1]Red clay risin’, morning on the pines,Whippoorwill singin’ where the river winds.Dust on my boots, but Heaven knows my name—AlabamaAlabamaAlabamaAlabama [Verse 2]Front porch light where the old folks pray,Fields turn gold at the end of the day.No matter where I roam, my heart’ll say—AlabamaAlabamaAlabamaAlabama Read more

  • Buzzard Dust Mixtapes Opens Submissions to Independent & AI Songwriters — and Appalachian Storytellers

    The Buzzard Times Buzzard Dust Mixtapes Opens Submissions to Independent & AI Songwriters — and Appalachian Storytellers By Staff Reporter BUZZARD ROOST, Ala. — If you’ve been writing songs and wondering where they belong, Buzzard Dust Mixtapes may have the answer. The independent mixtape series is now accepting music submissions from songwriters, musicians, and even… Read more

  • Behind the Project: Why Buzzard Dust Mixtapes Became What It Was Always Meant to Be

    Behind the Project: Why Buzzard Dust Mixtapes Became What It Was Always Meant to Be By EmmittOwens.com Staff Every music project starts with an idea. Buzzard Dust Mixtapes started with a question: What if every small town had its own soundtrack? But the story begins much earlier. I’ve been writing since 1999. It started as… Read more

  • New Music Friday: “Walk” — Finding Your Way Back Home

    New Music Friday: “Walk” — Finding Your Way Back Home By emmittowens.com Staff Some songs are written to entertain. Others are written because they have to be. “Walk” is one of those songs. It isn’t about perfection. It isn’t about pretending to have all the answers. It’s about looking back at where life has taken… Read more

  • Buzzard Dust Mixtapes: One Man’s Mission to Build America’s Largest Independent Appalachian Mixtape Network

    By EmmittOwens.com Staff In an era where independent musicians often chase viral trends, one project is taking a slower, more unconventional path—one rooted in regional identity, storytelling, and the culture of small-town America. Buzzard Dust Mixtapes is an independent music project focused on Southern, Appalachian, bluegrass, folk, country, and Americana-inspired music. Rather than operating as… Read more

  • The Evolution of the Solo Creator: How 25 Years of DIY Tools Led to AI

    The Evolution of the Solo Creator: How 25 Years of DIY Tools Led to AI How independent creators went from four-track cassettes to AI-assisted concepts — and how to build a one-person studio at any stage of that timeline Long before “solo creator” was a category with a name, there were people making full bodies… Read more

  • Count Em’ If You Can

    Moses Windwood – Count Them If You CanBy: Emmitt OwensBuzzard Dust: Copper (W-D-A-R, Dead Air Radio)(Index #02192026) Old man, older wife, a promise cracked the math wide open,Desert night gone cold and quiet, fire burned down to a coal.He’d learned to live on less and less, stopped hoping, stopped the reaching,Then a voice split through… Read more

  • Mad Mechanics: A Pisces With Blue Eyes

    Mad Mechanics: A Pisces With Blue EyesWritten by: Emmitt OwensAs narrated by: Waylon(Index #05282026) Waylon, Intro: “Well now, folks, gather close, because this here is the story of how a man who hadn’t caught anything meaningful in six years went down to a creek on a Tuesday morning in April with a pole, a half-eaten… Read more

  • 50 Days and Forever

       50 Days and Foreverfor the one Providence cast toward me… Day One · The Water   Before I knew you, I knew the river …the hush of current, the patience of the line,how a man learns to wait on something greaterthan himself. Then you stood at the water’s edgeand I forgot I was waiting at… Read more