“Burn it up, or just chop it down. This one’s done, so where to now?”

Since I am writing this piece for Jason’s blog I decided to continue his tradition of titling each writing with a lyric – and it’s MM to boot! This title/ lyric is particularly fitting because I want to address our “throw away” culture.

Everything is thought to be disposable any more. Whether it’s an item purchased at the store, a thought, or human being. We have become too comfortable throwing things away. Of course, some items are made to be discarded. Heck, disposable razors have it right there in their name. However, a plethora of reusable and quality products are thrown in the trash. Landfills are over flowing with objects that the homeless, or communities of poorer countries would deem treasures. We want bigger, better, and when it’s not enough we toss it aside – regardless of the fact that it still has value. The physical aspect of this trend can easily be observed as it has a visible effect, but what about the emotional impact and changes we have undergone in this decade of disposability?

How have we become so comfortable with throwing away people? Living people are not disposable, because disposable items are items that have lost value and are no longer functional, or purpose serving. Since when does a human LIFE lose value? Become worthless? They don’t. Somehow we have trained ourselves to un-see this. We’ve lost compassion, loyalty, and empathy – fundamental building blocks of any human-to-human relationship. We throw away life-long friendships over petty things. We discard people we love because they require work. We abort children without a second thought because it requires responsibility. Fuck you if you’re the slightest inconvenience. Fuck you if I have to put in work. So, fuck me, right? What happened to fixing things that are broken? It’s BULLSHIT that we have become so detached. It’s natural to have emotions. We’re humans, not robots. Though it’s hard to tell when your relationships are built over computer screens. Quit pretending that things don’t hurt you. We have lessened the perceived value of feelings by claiming that they don’t exist, and that they hold no value. Stop selling yourself for likes.  Don’t you wonder WHY you feel so God damn empty? Things aren’t supposed to be like this. Get an opinion. Care about other people. DO SOMETHING.

So often you hear people saying, “The world has gone to shit.”  “Nobody cares anymore.”  But they sit back and let it continue. Change begins with you. The generations before us may not have been as advanced, but, man, does it seem like they knew how to hold on to things. Car broke down? They fixed it. Pants got a rip? They sewed them. Things got tough in a relationship? They worked at it. It shouldn’t be such a foreign concept to us. Recycle. Repurpose. Reinvest. Repair…  before this throw away culture turns us all to trash.


–Brianna Hammond


I suppose a quick introduction is in order. My name is Shawn Patrick Thomas Daley and I am a Recording Engineer and Producer who is owner/primary catalyst of The Mohawk Studio located in Huron, Ohio. I play bass guitar for the Tom Frietchen Band. I am an award-winning DJ who entertained people on two different continents. The book MOHAWK (by Paul Fuhr) is 280-ish pages about my life.

For some reason Jason asked me to take up space here with my Zippy-the-Pinhead-esque nonsensical blithering’s. So from deep inside my music imaginatorium I present to you the following warning. Do not take yourself – (or me) too seriously…I mean that.


Every day I try to put into perspective why (or how) I survived this long. I’ve consumed (what the FDA considers) a lethal amount of Swedish Fish. I’ve had cancer was told my days remaining on Earth were only in double digits (I was 22yrs old). I have 6 screws and 3 steel plates in my skull. There are plenty of other rational reasons I should have bit the dust a long time ago, but hey.. buy the book! (right?)

I’d like to think that some supreme universal power cast down a mighty bolt, and said; “Here you go Humans, here’s Shawn – he’s a great producer and Recording Engineer, he makes amazing coffee – go make music” and with that the skies parted and a large Monty Python-ish foot kicks me into being.  Okay, that was a bit embellished.. at least it wasn’t boring. Thing is..  it just didn’t happen that way. I had to work my ass off to learn and manifest these skills in Music.

Every single thing we work for and love has levels of difficulty, those can be measured simply as obstacles. There are obstacles that we all face, they are there and they will torture/torment you. These you cannot control and you must learn from to make it to the next level of the Donkey Kong game we call life. Then there are obstacles that we create. These are the self-destructive little second guesses that tear a hole in our dreams. I had to stop and make myself work through all those to make my life where its at now, I’m still fighting though, you never really cure yourself of all the self doubt or disintegrating self esteem…  but I look at how I got here and remember to be positive, no matter the struggle. My next book (due out here in a few weeks) deals with much of this struggle. I share some of the little bits of life that I have used to keep on going, those philosophical ramblings that I think about before I have to face the everyday mountain climb that is music producing and recording.

Here is an excerpt from my next book on keeping motivated, and how crazy it is that we even exist to begin with.


There are plenty of obstacles in your path,

Don’t allow yourself to become one of them.


Get out of your own way, life offers up plenty of speed bumps:


  • Probability of boy meeting girl: one in 20,000.
  • Probability of same boy getting same girl pregnant: one in 2000.
  • Probability of right sperm meeting right egg: one in 400 quadrillion.
  • Probability of every one of your ancestors reproducing successfully: one in 1045,000
  • Probability of you being born: one in 102,685,000


As a comparison, the approximate number of atoms in the known universe is 1080.

So what’s the probability of your being born? It’s the probability of 2.5 million people getting together — about the population of San Diego — each to play a game of dice with trillion-sided dice. They each roll the dice — and they all come up the exact same number — say, 550,343,279,001.


Don’t you think that those stats aren’t enough reason to stop making life more difficult for yourself?

Stop thinking everything that happens to you is someone else’s fault

Stop Broadcasting to the world your misfortunes

Stop being the victim

Stop getting in your own way.


Well, there you go – the first glimpse. I hope this helps some of you with keeping on the right path and focused on the good in yourself.

Thanks to Jason for letting me ramble and I hope I get invited back.


Later Gaters,


My Thumbprint

This is a poem my friend Ryan wrote and has allowed me to share it.  Enjoy!

My Thumbprint


My mom attempted suicide on my 16th birthday. She didn’t succeed.

Failures don’t fall far from the tree.

I joined the Army. While in Basic Training my dad fell off my brother, Kevin’s roof,

and has rendered him confined to a wheelchair. Kevin’s an Asshole.

In Iraq I watched my best friend killed. It was a shot to the head by a hidden sniper.

Since our return home, two more of my Army buddies died.

Nick- this past September in a motorcycle accident.

Jason- couldn’t take it anymore and killed himself in October.

Abby. Oh, Abby.  I never thought I’d ever meet my girlfriend’s boyfriend. I hope you two are happy.

I got the money back for the ring. Kay’s Jewelry has an awesome return policy.

Jail sucked. Two DUIs in six months? This isn’t me.

Being homeless was an

awful experience.I have an apartment now.

I guess you could say I’m home more. I can’t control the headaches.

I can’t sleep. I don’t even want to dream.

Worse than all this, I’m a Cleveland Browns fan.

-Ryan R.

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Dating, HUH! What is it good for?


This has been on my mind lately. I am currently single for all intensive purposes. I am not in a committed relationship, engaged, or married. I am in the dating world. I do not like to date. I don’t even like the premise or idea behind it.

For me, dating has one purpose to find “the one.” I truly have been through a lot in my life and I am ready to settle down for good. I want to find that last date. I want to date the last person forever. I am not into flings, one night stands, hook ups or the like. I am not against sex, it is great. But there is so much more to a relationship than physical affection. Say you enter a relationship because the sex is awesome. What happens when (when NOT if) that starts to suck? What are you left with? NOTHING! You have to build a relationship and find attraction in your significant other in so many ways, on many different levels.

Dating is a means to an end. The ultimate end is marriage. I am not into dating 100 women 1 time. I want to date that 1 woman 100 times, and many more! I want to fall in love with her time and time again. This is where I draw the line on dating. I don’t want to date to find another person to spend more money on. I want to date to spend life with someone.

I am not trying to gloat, just tell the facts. Too many times I hear how great a gentleman I am. I  was raised to respect people and possessions and that is how I treat all people, including women, especially someone I am interested in. I don’t have this goal of getting into your pants at the first chance I get. I have a goal of winning your heart and that is located a little higher. I want that person whom I can call a true friend, possibly a best friend, hopefully the one I share my most intimate secrets with. The only one who will possible know more is my true best friend and that relationship spans 20 years and counting. Why does it seem like I feel sorry and disgusted at the sound that I am “one of a kind?” I only think I am pretty normal. But the norm now has gone way wrong. Maybe I am one of a kind! Women of the world, watch out!

I still find enjoyment in opening doors for ladies and plenty of chivalrous stuff. I am on a couple dating sites but I refuse to pay to meet someone. So far, only two [dating sites] have panned out for me for any real dates; Tinder and Plenty of Fish (POF). I constantly hear that all they (they ladies I go on dates with) hear is how awesome the guys think they are and topless gym selfies or bathroom selfies. They  want to instantly trade dirty pics and the ultimate goal of getting to bed as quick as possible. All the while their profile intentions are to find a relationship. I think they have it all wrong. I don’t think they will find what they are looking for. True, they may find someone and they may end up dating but I feel sorry for that girl if that’s the kind of guy she is willing to settle down with. I do not believe I am a gem, just unique. A good unique. I want to find someone who appreciates my uniqueness.

I went on a 3rd date with a gal recently and am starting to really like her. I have a past of falling too quickly and getting hurt very badly so I am taking this one slow. I didn’t even reach for her hand or even try for a kiss until the end of the 3rd date. That initial kiss is really something, isn’t it? So fearful but once it happens, and it’s good, man, it is a good feeling. Why is that first kiss such a daunting task? We even texted about it after the 2nd date and she asked me why I hadn’t tried yet. I don’t mind asking or answering most awkward questions so I told her I am a bit shy at first in that department. I am a very physical person and love to be close to somebody I care about, it’s just that initial move that bewilders me. Other guys aren’t like that and will go for it right off. I know that there are A LOT of emotional synapses and chemistry behind a kiss and once again once you make a good connection it can be really awesome. After that first kiss I kissed her 4 or 5 other times that night and it was awesome and the initial nerves were gone.

All in all, I feel I have to apologize to all the women out there who are single and truly looking for that next good boyfriend because if you are into online dating the good fish are slim pickens. I wish it weren’t so.

One more thought. What happened to actually going on a date. Why does it take so much effort in today’s online dating community to get a physical date with someone? Are there that many bad guys out there that you are scared to meet some guy who is interested in you and you in them? Go to a public place, drive yourself and if you don’t like it politely excuse yourself. Take a leap of faith in people! I spend so much energy in trying to get a girl to go out it’s almost painful. Who knows maybe this current girl will be the last one I have to worry about for a while? Things seem to be going in a positive direction. She is intrigued by me and visa versa. I am interested in seeing where it goes. I have cut all other ties and communication with other girls for now to focus on this one. Here goes something new, maybe..