Cody Morgan

When the universe was created by the divine union of stardust and atoms, a sound bore through the vacuum of space. Lingering its way through history, rattling through every guitar and microphone in its path. It wasn’t until the awaking of the wrangler of the cosmos that the the rumble of the celestial tune could finally cease into its resting place. 
 The desert grounds shake under the thunderous gallop of his mighty steed. The alignment of the galaxy resting firmly upon his shoulders. With the tip of a worn, black, round brim hat, and the click of a dusty boot the spirit of the universe flows through his calloused fingertips and into the very core of his 6 string blaster. The skies fill with purples and blues as the storm of a thousand centuries bombardes the atmosphere. When the dust settles and the sun has once again found its home he remains. The Space Cowboy. 
Darkest Hour EP, landing August 20th