Anthony Dean-Harris

I have a tendency to fly by the seat of my pants. My whole career has gone this way, galavanting from one landing pad to the next logically sound landing plan. I consider it to some degree being led by God's providence, and that is the reassurance that moves me through life, but it's still to some degree finding the most sound notion of flying by the seat of my pants. There's more foresight than this, but not much. I'm not the one who makes the structure here. I can only see maybe two or three moves ahead on the chessboard. I've never been a particularly good chess player. I'm 17 months in on my move to Portland, where I uprooted my life in San Antonio in the pursuit of making music the main drive of my life considering it's been a central thread of it largely throughout it. It's a fight, and I anticipated as much. It's an adjustment, and I anticipated as much. I've lived an interesting and varied life filled with an assortment of experiences tha...

I've been in Portland for a little over six and a half months, testing all the waters, getting all the sealegs. Nothing quite enforces the idea of radio being the medium all about the now with a job where everything changes so constantly. It's been a bubble unto itself that gets to isolate me to some degree from everything else in the world, and for that I'm entirely grateful. Nothing has stayed the same from month to month and I'm rolling with the tide and trying, in all things, to slow down. My time at KMHD gave me the time and ability to pull off something I realized I haven't done in nine years-- write a longread travelogue about a music festival. I'm forever haunted by projects I've failed to complete about travels past like heists gone wrong-- Montreal, New Orleans. I cherish my loving ramblings, my verbal snapshots of moments long past-- cold, expensive New York the first time around ; the most professionally fulfilling week I've ever felt in swee...