In the quiet Arizona morning, Jessi Colter unlocked a door she hadn’t walked through in years. The old desert house — the one she and her late husband, Waylon Jennings, had called home for decades — still smelled faintly of cedar and vinyl records. Dust motes floated through the shafts of sunlight streaming in, and the air felt heavier, as though the walls themselves remembered every melody ever sung inside them.

The Discovery

A Song That Was Never Meant for Anyone Else

The Hidden Tape

Why Now?

The Industry Reacts

A Song for the Ages

Release Day

A Legacy Sealed