The end. Thank you.


Here we are. Hi.

This being the last day of this year and all, I’m not sure I know what to say, because I couldn’t have imagined 364 days ago getting to this point. I don’t think I lacked the confidence in getting to this point, but it definitely was a situation where I put on my blinders and went gently into that good night.

Anywhats, here are some shout outs.

Thank you:

To my mom, brother, and dad, who encouraged me to keep going through the third week, when habits are supposedly made.

To everyone in Brooksville (or by way of Brooksville) who has influenced me in so many different ways in the last 13 years. Brian, Brennen, Jason, Lief, Rob, Bernadette, Catherine, Lauren, Brenna, Kaitlin, Jim, etc., etc. I’m sure I’m missing some, so forgive me in advance.

To Jaquira Diaz, Karen Brown, Dr. Taylor Mitchell, Winnona Pasquini, Justin Brown, Travis Bell, and Wayne Garcia for inspiring me to write every single day.

To Browntown, the class that proved to me that a commuter student could still get the ‘college experience.’ And to the rest of my USF family, who all managed to make it out relatively unscathed – one hopes.

To my NPR Crew, the District of ColFUNbia, everyone at 1111 N. Capitol, and all the smart and funny people I’ve met while in DC. I can’t name you all because you number more than 50. You are legion, and I have loved every minute of being around you. Well, almost all the minutes. There were some minutes that were just okay.

To Bob and Robin, for giving me a shot to prove myself. To NPR Music, for showing me that there is still a place for smart, informative music journalism.

To the donors of the NPR Internship program, for literally paying my way to DC. I couldn’t have done it without you.

To all the women I fell in love with on the bus or Metro, you are the reason I take public transit. Just kidding (I’m really not though… or am I?).

To HS… wherever you are.

But especially, to you, reading this right now. You’re the reason this blog existed. If you’ve read only this post or any in between, I can’t thank you enough. If I imparted some type of knowledge to you, then it was all worth it, and a rousing success.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. A thousand times, I thank and appreciate you for spending part of your year with me.

This has been One Record Per Day.

Day 365 – #152. Bradley Hathaway – A Mouth Full of Dust

Bradley Hathaway - A Mouth Full of Dust Album Review

A few years ago, when I was writing for Indie Vision Music, I once spent a few hours on the phone with Bradley Hathaway in advance of a review I did on his EP A Thousand Angry Panthers. We talked about the fact that he lived in a geolithic dome in The Middle of Nowhere, Arkansas, and how he was going to school and had been recognized for his music before.

But the thing that stood out to be most about my phoner with him was how humble and down to earth he was. We were just talking. Two humans separated by a thousand miles, chatting about music and life and domed structures and spotty cell phone service and community college. He was just another dude in this life who just so happened to have written a couple of songs, did a couple of tours, sold a few DVDs, and was now talking to a music journalist from the Internet.

Hathaway’s 2009 album A Mouth Full of Dust preceded the EP that was the catalyst for us talking by a year. It’s a smoky, down-home approach and response to gospel and acoustic-driven Judeo-Christian worship songs from a dude best known for writing and performing spoken-word poems. One in particular was about being a typical dude who listens to hardcore and punk music. Man, the early and mid-2000s were a weird time.

This album makes me miss Cornerstone, a lot. And on this, the last entry in what has been One Record Per Day, I’m allowing myself to feel something for once. Nostalgia is cool, and healthy, albeit in moderation.

I like musicians like Bradley Hathaway in the same way that I like musicians like Kevin Devine and the guys in Showbread. Anyone who can still be separated from their craft, and not allow it to define who they are, but rather enhance who they are as humans, and not be get a big ego or become arrogant for what they’ve accomplished… those are my people.

Hardworking musicians like BradHath and KevDev, deserving of abbreviation (one of my Nu Yr Resos for 2014), are never a dime a dozen. They’re a commodity meant to be appreciated, even if their fan base doesn’t reach the levels of the top 40.

My end of the year post awaits. Thank you for spending part of your 2013 reading what I’ve written.

From A Mouth Full of Dust, this is “Mary” –