Pam Ross “Have A Good Time”? … But at What Cost?

Pam Ross

It was a warm day. The kind of day where the sun sneaks in through the kitchen blinds just right, casting long shadows across a worn floor. The kind of day that feels like a gift — if you're lucky enough to notice it.

Pam Ross noticed.

Oh yes. While the rest of the world rushed around in a blur of deadlines and devices, she sat back… exhaled… and made a choice.

A simple choice. Or was it?

“I’m feeling fine,” she sang. “Just wanna have a good time.”

Innocent enough.

But as anyone who’s lived long enough will tell you… things aren’t always what they seem.

You see, Pam Ross is no stranger to the grind — the kind of grind that doesn’t just wear you down, it hollows you out. She’s watched the world chase its tail, crash its cars, burn out its brightest lights. And what did she do?

She slowed down. Stepped off the treadmill. And wrote a song that could very well be mistaken… for salvation.

The title? “Have A Good Time.”

But of course, you already knew that.

From a studio in quiet Fuquay Varina, North Carolina, far from the neon glare of Music Row, Ross crafted her latest single. On the surface, it’s all sunshine and soft rhythms. A gentle breeze of acoustic guitar. A voice with just enough gravel to know it’s been somewhere. Somewhere hard.

She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t beg. She simply states the facts.

“The sun’s shining down on me today,” she says. “That’s something that can’t be bought.”

No. It can’t. But too many of us forget that. Or never learn it at all.

Behind the easy flow and genre-blending sound — a touch of country, a hint of Americana, a glimmer of old-school rock — there’s a deeper current. A warning. A whisper in the ear that not everyone hears.

Because beneath the brightness, there are cracks.

“People running everywhere,” she sings, her tone even. “Their purpose never clear.”

And isn’t that the truth?

We race. We grind. We post, scroll, refresh. Until we’re so tired we can’t even remember what we were chasing in the first place.

But Pam remembers. And that’s what makes this song… different.

She sees the crash before it happens.

“Watching people crash and burn,” she sings. “I see it all the time.”

You believe her. Because she’s seen it. Lived it. Probably barely made it out.

And now? Now she’s rolling with the cosmic flow. Sipping sunshine. Reclaiming her joy — not because life is easy, but because it’s worth the fight.

That voice? It carries more than melody. It carries knowledge.

The kind you only gain after getting it wrong a few too many times.

Pam Ross, the independent musician with a rebel’s heart and a survivor’s wisdom, isn’t here to sell you a fantasy. She’s offering you a lifeline.

One song. One message.

Slow down. Breathe. Let it shine.

Just… have a good time.

But make no mistake. This isn’t escapism. It’s not some naive plea to pretend the world isn’t on fire.

This is the kind of joy that knows the flames — and dances anyway.

So yes. Pam Ross made a choice.

To smile. To sing. To be.

And while the rest of the world runs toward the edge, she’s already turned around — barefoot in the grass, humming softly, and reminding us all of something we were never supposed to forget.

“Have A Good Time.”

You could, you know.

If you dare.

–Kevin Morris