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Acclaimed singer/songwriter Matt Brouwer and Hannah Ficker were recently married before an intimate gathering of family and close friends at The Woodlands United Methodist Church in Houston. The couple met during one of Matt’s mission trips to Guatemala, where Hannah’s family serves in medical missions. In addition to his international touring and recording, Matt is an Artist In Residence at The Woodlands UMC, and Hannah is a Physician Assistant in surgery at the Houston Medical Center. Earlier this year Matt received the JUNO Award for Contemporary Christian/Gospel Album of the Year from the Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences.
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Brookside native Matt Brouwer, who now lives in Houston, Texas, will be passing through the area in the near future to visit family as part of his trip east to participate in the upcoming Juno Awards in St. John’s, N.L. Brouwer is nominated in the gospel category for his latest album, Where’s Our Revolution. Submitted photo
And now, perhaps, Juno bound.
“It was amazing …,” Brouwer said, during a telephone interview from his home in Houston, while chatting about the making of his latest album which led to a nomination for this year’s Juno awards.“I’m a kid from Truro, Nova Scotia, so you never expect some of these, you know, cool encounters with people who you have admired since you were a little kid. So it was a real special day.”
The moment to which he refers was a morning when he walked into the music studio and discovered the likes of musical entertainers Vince Gill and Amy Grant waiting to record a track on his new album.
“Over the years there’s a lot of talk about, ‘Oh, let’s get this person or this person,’ but it rarely works out,” he said. “When I walked in that Monday morning and Vince and Amy were there ready to sing, it was a pretty cool experience.”
And so was having his third and latest release - Where’s Our Revolution - nominated for an Album of the Year Juno in the Gospel category.
“Totally excited. It was a real surprise,” he said. “Pretty cool.”
The nomination is actually his second (his first album was also nominated) but despite the fact he did not win with that one, the experience is still one he is looking forward to with earnest.Brouwer discovered the power of gospel music while still in high school during a conference he attended in Sackville. The fact the life-changing experience occurred some 15 years ago, has not diminished his excitement for the way the “aggressive” rock music in its Christian gathering stirred his soul.
“I grew up on a dairy farm so we didn’t get a lot of that,” he says, of the music.
“And then just the spiritual connection that the music had. It made so much sense to me and hit me on so many levels. I just walked away from that conference going, ‘OK, I want to be a part of that what I felt there,’ like that was something that I felt like I would gladly be willing to give my life pursuing - the music, the art form but also a deeper connection to God in the spiritual sense.”
That began a long road of self exploration that eventually led a shy teenager to brush back his inhibitions and open “this passion” that enabled him to share the songs of his heart.
“Fortunately, the passion just barely won out over the fear and I just started getting up and singing my little songs I was writing.”
Coming from a family of farmers, the prospect of Brouwer taking his acoustic guitar on the road to earn a living didn’t seem promising. That, even less so, because he didn’t have a backup plan. But once his sights were set, there was no turning back.
“I knew that this was what I was supposed to do and I was going to do.”
Brouwer headed west to a Christian college in Calgary where he became involved in helping to change the style of music they presented there through weekly concerts.
By the time he left college he had been signed to a recording contract in Nashville, where he went on to record his first album.
Somewhere along the way, however, the business side of the music world began to
eat at him and he began looking for other pursuits.
Brouwer ended up in Texas as part of an outreach organization called The Loft, where he became involved in social justice and missionary work, during which he spent time helping out in such places as Venezuela, Poland, Jamaica and Guatemala.
But he also continued writing and performing music, eventually returning to Houston and setting up his own independent label, Black Shoe Records.
“It’s been a really incredible way to look at how music can make a difference in people’s lives beyond just the enjoyment of the art form itself,” he says, of the benefit concerts and fundraising venues of which he is a part.
And despite his success, Brouwer remains “humbled and excited in this economy to be able to continue to do that and do it well.”
He also continues to branch out with such endeavours as producing an album for a female artist from California and other long-term projects that include writing a screen play and working on a book about his life on the road as an musical artist.
“Trying to communicate is really, I guess, a life-long pursuit and doing that in better ways, it’s a thrill,” he says. “Just moving on.”
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My family has several unique traditions at Christmastime. One of them is that we open our gifts on Christmas Eve and then on Christmas morning we open our stockings that are filled with smaller more practical gifts like socks and toothpaste. After dinner on Christmas Eve we all gather around the tree and my Mom would get us to sing Christmas songs and then she would read the Christmas story from the Bible. Finally, she would lead us in a prayer. When I was a kid, the entire ordeal of singing, reading, and praying seemed to drag on and on. I used to think that my Mom was purposefully being mean by making us wait on the edge of our seats just dying to get to the gifts under the tree, when in reality she was setting a beautiful model that taught us what the true Spirit of the season is all about.
Years have passed and things have changed a lot. None of those gifts under the tree through the years have ever had any lasting impact on my life. But when we gather together to celebrate Christmas every year now, the one thing I look forward to the most is the thing I used to dread…spending time singing and sharing how much the gift of God means to us now. We share moments of worship and prayer for hope in a tired and desperate world. Now that the years have proved His faithfulness in our lives in light of our constant need for redemption and comfort, this time together has become so much more rich and important to me. I guess that means I’m growing up a little ![]()
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When I was about 4 or 5 years old I went through several obsessive fazes, which drove my family crazy because I was pretty intense about it. I loved bicycles, (especially my older brother’s bike), and my older siblings would have to set me on the seat and wheel me around the yard on the “grown up” bikes for hours. Then there was the ‘football faze’…a neighbor kid had to surrender his new football to me for several weeks and I took it everywhere I went…and finally (though not exhaustively) I was obsessed with my sister’s stuffed Ernie toy. (Ernie being the Sesame St. character of “Bert and Ernie” fame.)
My older sister did not want me ruining her toy so my Mom decided to give me my own stuffed “Ernie” for Christmas one year. I opened the box and was so excited. There was only one problem. This particular version of the stuffed toy had it’s felt eyes pasted on too close together and it made poor Ernie ghoulishly cross-eyed. I was so pre-occupied with the wonder of Christmas as a 4 year old that this did not really bother me until bed time. Tucked into bed that night I reached for my Ernie toy and by the glow of the night light it was revealed that this usually friendly Sesame St. resident now looked freakishly evil and wouldn’t stop staring at me with his crazy cross eyes. I could not sleep. Eventually, I emerged from my room, crying and terrified and related how scared I was of my Ernie toy which I loved and hated at the same time (conflicting emotions for a 4 year old).
My Mom, ever patient and wise, grabbed the Ernie toy and performed cosmetic surgery by ripping off the felt eyes and pasting them back on correctly, producing a much more happy look on Ernie’s face than the scary face that it had before. I took my Ernie toy in hand and never had trouble sleeping again…
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