Hayward Williams

Hayward Williams

BandFolkAmericana

Hayward's live shows have been described as having "...everything you could hope for... message, melody, and hooks" (Vital Source), and feature his facile guitar and thoughtful, distinctive tenor (imagine the honeyed side of Ryan Adams, Jay Farrar's earthy grit, the playfulness of Sam Cooke).

Biography

" In truth, its hard to put it into words; this is a fantastic record, one that's a treat from start to finish."
-AmericanaUK - Another Sailor's Dream -9 out of 10 stars

[5 out of 5 stars] The first major score for 2007! There isn't one weak moment on this platter. From William's own voice, that ranges from lovely and tender to raw and hoarse, to his brilliant lyrics & songs to the beautiful accompaniment of Mulvey and McMahon, this is the perfect marriage between folk, blues and country rock .
- Ctrl. Alt. Country

"As a huge Peter Mulvey fan, I had to go a bit ballistic over this album. Throw in some qualities reminiscent of Greg Brown as well, and you've got one promising album to look forward to. Wrapping up folky blues and hints of rootsy country and country folk rock, Hayward Williams is one of the most compelling artists rising on the scene these days. With a gorgeous blend of ache, gristle and whiskey-toned gruffness, his songs walk a perfect line between the sweet and bitter, the sentimental and cynical."
-CD Baby

Hayward Williams grew up with a guitar in his hands performing from an early age in cafe's, bars, and eventually rock clubs throughout his home state of Wisconsin and around the Midwest.

A high school 'Battle of the Bands' champion, the textbook lonely college kid making dinner dates with his guitar, Williams took the well-worn suburban route to musical accomplishment: he hit the ground running with a '64 Gibson that his mother bought at a garage sale, listened hard to everything from the Beatles to Buckley, and somewhere along the way began to write the tunes that would become his own voice.

In 2001 Williams quit school to join the award-winning Milwaukee based band Exit, named Wisconsin Band of the Year in 2004, by the Wisconsin Area Music Industry. Lending bass guitar and vocals to the bands' hook-driven pop catalogue, Williams traveled the Midwest circuit and around the country with Exit, cutting his teeth as a performer and playing everywhere from the Summerfest stage in Wisconsin, to CBGBs in New York City. The regional popularity of Exit gave Hayward entr�e into larger clubs even as he was honing the catalogue of songs that would propel him toward more intimate settings.

In 2002 Williams independently released Manoverboard, a solo project recorded under a pseudonym, which allowed him the opportunity to play solo engagements throughout the region and served as the foundation for Uphill /Downhill, Hayward Williams's 2005 debut. A Wilco-esque collision of the radio and folk idioms that combines smart hooks with deeply textured studio atmospherics, Uphill/Downhill is an impressive collection of 12 original songs that moves elegantly from heartbreak to self-examination to wonder without the self-seriousness that might ordinarily drag such wanderings down.

Hayward's live shows have been described as having "...everything you could hope for... message, melody, and hooks" (Vital Source), and feature his facile guitar and thoughtful, distinctive tenor (imagine the honeyed side of Ryan Adams, Jay Farrar's earthy grit, the playfulness of Sam Cooke). Built on a foundation of folk, blues, and soul Hayward's songs in performance display the raw intensity common to these forms, tempered by his own easy self-possession and wry charm.

In little clubs and smoky bars around the Midwest, armed with his excellent debut record Uphill/Downhill, and his aw-shucks charisma, Hayward Williams is quietly building both a following and a career the old-fashioned way, one night at a time.

Lyrics

Problems with Hemingway

Written By: Hayward Williams

Problems with Hemingway

she will always be daddy’s little girl
she will always be daddy’s little girl
he’s her teddy bear and she’s his little pearl
but she will always be daddy’s little girl

she found me when I was broke in two
she found me when I was broke in two
I had lost a rib, but she knew just what to do
and she found me when I was broke in two

She always had a problem with Hemingway
she always had a problem with Hemingway
I disagreed, I felt he had some good things to say
but she always had a problem with Hemingway

I’ve always got her worried about me
I’ve always got her worried about me
cuz all I can do is just drink to her memory
and I’ve always got her worried about me

I watch her while I’m stuck in time
I watch her while I’m stuck in time
she has her highway and I’ve got mine
and I watch her while I’m stranded in time

she will always be daddy’s little girl
she will always be daddy’s little girl
now im her teddy bear and she’s my little pearl
but she will always be daddy’s little girl

Redwoods

Written By: Hayward Williams


Redwoods

if you’re looking for a redwood forest
you can find her on the upper-west side
but don’t be surprised if the trees are tallest
somewhere in the back of my mind

she will raise you up into the thinning air
dizzy with the though that you’re just standing there

I found myself lost inside of you
carving our names into your skin
etching with the edge of a knife in the darkness
ruining everything we had to begin with

she’ll take in the smoke
and breathe me back the air
with plain words that peel but we don’t seem to care

Cuz I fell for you like a blanket making a bed

clinging to the air but resting there instead
I fell for you. Yes I did.

she’ll take in the smoke
and breathe me back the air
with plain words that peel but we don’t seem to care

Cuz I fell for you like a blanket making a bed

clinging to the air but resting there instead
I fell for you. Yes I did.

A Song For Lou

Written By: Hayward Williams

A song for Lou

Lou you’ve been on my mind
you couldn’t kill the lightning so you just lied
you see there’s a sun who’s checking my height for a hole
I could fill it up with a song instead of my soul

if you wonder how I wandered back to you
I guess its something that a child must go through

go on and take a trip to the edge of the grass
and fill up the buss with copper colored brass
and see that you’re safe inside of your mothers arms
and wake up to find a silent smoke alarm

if you wonder how I wandered back to you
I guess its something that a child must go through

if you wonder how I wandered back to you
just like a small town I’s just looking for something to do

A Glance Back

Written By: Hayward Williams

A glance back

please Mr. Pennebaker I’ve got another lense for you
and all of the English has got your image in their interview
so put me on an aeroplane while everything still seems the same
yet another year has gone see if they’ll all follow along

could all the kids see through the sand
could they walk, could they talk, could they understand

yeah I’m nothing, yeah I’m nothing
you are what you say you are

who’s that there knocking, digging around my shoes?
Well Bob and Joan are all alone, but someones giving them the blues
when all the air has left the room and all the sweetness has sailed
and nothings left standing except the truth and the darkness veiled

song for song, blow for blow
everyone can tell and everyone knows

yeah I’m nothing, yeah I’m nothing
you are what you say you are

one more show to go, and everybodys had enough
yet all the kids keep showing up in all their undertaker makeup
so whatcha’ gonna do to crucify your shooting star?
while a triumphant Judas sits safely in his taxi cab car

yeah I’m nothing, yeah I’m nothing
you are what you say you are

The Ballad of Benson Creek

Written By: Hayward Williams

The ballad of Benson creek

You’ve got blood on your nails and ribbons in your hair.
There’s a cloud around your name, but no one seems to care
and now the river is quiet.
Haven’t you heard? You’re the talk of the town
And now the river is silent
haven’t you heard? Your games being run into the ground

you stood right in between two steam trains on a track
doing nothing to hold either one of them back
and now the rivers’ stopped running
and you’ve got the nerve to wonder why
and now the river is drying up
and you’ve got the nerve to sit there and cry

I should know. I should know
I should know when I’m buried in the banks

now the river runs red
but there you are, wading up to your knees
and now the river is burning
but you don’t recall brining any gasoline

Careful, Please

Written By: Hayward Williams

Careful, please
please, please im begging you come on out with me
please, please im begging you come on out with me
cuz I got your mama’s pills and you’ve got the keys

stop, wait its times like these to pause and get it straight
stop, wait its times like these to pause and get it straight
Cuz the D.A. don’t give a damn if we don’t leave the state

careful. Keep your hand out of the gutter and call him “Sir”
careful. Keep your hand out of the gutter and
keep it moving right on down the curb

Run, walk its too late now to take the time to talk
Run, walk its too late now to take the time to talk
Cuz we haven’t cleaned our plates and its way past twelve o’clock

Careful. Keep your mind out of the gutter and on the trail
Careful. Keep the train out of the gutter and
keep it moving right on down the rail

Careful. Looking through the gutter for a penny to save
Careful. Got one foot in the gutter and
the others going right on down the grave

Discography

CD " Another Sailor's Dream " released date - march 6th 2007
LP- "Uphill / Downhill" released march of 2005
EP- "Trench Foot" released december of 2005

Set List

I play primarily original material, with the occaisional cover that is in the same vein as my own style.
- Gillian Welch
- Ryan Adams
- Ray Lamontagne
- Sam Cooke