101: Jim Sullivan: Santa Rosa, New Mexico
In 1975, a musician named Jim Sullivan got into his car and left Los Angeles behind. He was heading east, chasing a new beginning - or maybe running from something he couldn’t name.
He was tall, handsome, magnetic - and his music carried that same restless energy.
Songs about highways, lost souls, and vanishing into the unknown.
The kind of lyrics that feel like they’re trying to tell you something… if you’re really listening. Somewhere along that long stretch of desert road, Jim stopped - and from that moment on, no one knows what happened next.
His story faded into rumor, mystery, and myth…
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