Dusty Wentworth

It’s 2:00 a.m. on Friday, 25 July 2025. I’m sitting here, listening to Spencer Hatcher’s latest release, When She Calls Me Cowboy—a track I’d pre-ordered weeks ago. Let me tell you: it was worth every second of the wait. Congratulations, Spencer. I had Spencer marked for the big time long before the record labels took notice. I first came across him during the COVID lockdowns—just scrolling through social media when his videos began to surface. A mix of light-hearted humour, heartfelt performances, and sharp instrumentals—often alongside his brother Connor. It wasn’t just entertainment. It felt genuine. Spencer’s talent was immediately apparent. But talent alone doesn’t earn you a record deal. What struck me most was his discipline and determination. His drive was unmistakable—unyielding, focused, and relentless. He didn’t just play music; he worked at it. Every fairground, every barroom, every small-town stage—he showed up and gave it everything. And he wasn’t doing it jus...