“Ignore my fingers. I work on an organic farm and was pruning tomato plants. It turns your fingers black.” Tyler Bradley holds up his hands to show his darkened fingers. “It’s hard to get off, but don’t worry, I washed my hands.” He’s in front of the crowd at the Hayloft Inn on a recent Thursday evening, getting ready to play a few songs on his guitar. But before Bradley starts to play and right after the black-finger explanation, he asks, “What time is it?”