Pete Hawkes

Pete Hawkes

 Melbourne, Victoria, AUS
BandFolkClassical

'The Best most diverse and original songwriter in the business today. Hawkes can do it all, write Jazz, classical, ragtime, folk, blues and more. (Roger Holesworth The global villabe PBS 106.7FM)

Biography


How often does one come across a composer with the ability to transcend several musical genres and yet stay firmly focussed within his own perceived sound? Almost never! Pete manages to turn many genres into his own, making the listener feel they are witnessing something innovative and fresh, but still familiar to the feels and traditions of the genre.

A musician that can compose and play fine airs, reels and Celtic influenced pieces; Delta Blues and cleverly written neo classical pieces is rare. Rarer still he can compose very finely arranged and well-executed Jazz. If that doesn't take your fancy then you can always listen to Pete's beautiful arrangements of some great classical compositions. Dig ragtime? then you have come to the right place.

The word 'genius' I have always reserved for the greats like Charlie Parker, Charles Mingus, Richard Thompson and Louie Armstrong, but given the diversity, variation, number of musical genres, and the prolific number of high quality, original compositions of all styles of music Pete has put out every year, not to mention a back catalogue of finely crafted original songs (that always have something unique to say about the human condition), it's hard not to use the word for him here as well. If he is not a genius then he is certainly one of Australia's most creative and interesting composers for acoustic music to emerge in the last decade. Tony Bates `Musicologist/Reviewer' Station Librarian /Presenter
3WBC 94.1FM, BOX HILL Victoria

Lyrics

Borrowed time

Written By: Pete Hawkes

I thought once we never left
but the truth is we lose a little life with every breath
suddenly, it creeps, we can see the signs
as we live out our lives on borrowed time

so we wake and remember but ignore the pain
we welcome the winter, we dance in the rain
and life can be cruel, wondrous,salubrious and sublime
as she counts us down on borrowed time

with every day a little life is left behind
with No reason, no rhythm no answers no rhyme
its our destiny our fate of all mankind
our precious precarious borrowed time

Elaine

Written By: Pete Hawkes


Even if its a whispered scream or a trivial devastation
With her it evolves into either murderous madness or exhilarating elation

See how she shakes dreams from her hair like rainbows of gold, like wild magical rain,the colors never run grey with that dreamer Elaine

The curves so perfect, they sets men's hearts burning
The mystery needs fulfilling, and their desire ever so yearning

The attraction so strong, so as to explain please beg my pardon but the way Elaine looks she could give a paraplegic a hard-on

So watch her walk away, watch her ignore your advances
She already knows the questions, happily smiling, she leaves you no answers

And the last image that now fills your one tracked brain
Is of her shaking dreams from her hair like rainbows of gold, like wild magical rain

And even deep down if you could so burrow, even then could you explain the heart and mind and soul of Elaine?
But like all great mysteries unknown even from the days of olde the paradox of Elaine is left better unsolved

Even if its a whispered scream or a trivial devastation
With her it evolves into either murderous madness or exhilarating elation
See how she shakes dreams from her hair in rainbows of vivid gold, like wild magical rain, it would be wise to heed my warning, as joy soon turns into torment and pain

Ah... so you've tried to forget, but your still wounded and maimed,your trapped now like so many others in her deadly spiderweb game

And those dreams now becomes nightmares, played over and over again as no man can ever forget the memory of Elaine

Elaine

Written By: Pete Hawkes

Even if its a whispered scream or a trivial devastation
With her it evolves into either murderous madness or exhilarating elation
See how she shakes dreams from her hair like rainbows of gold, like wild magical rain
The colors never run grey with that dreamer Elaine

The curves so perfect, they sets men's hearts burning
The mystery needs fulfilling, and their desire ever so yearning
The attraction so strong, so as to explain please beg my pardon
But the way Elaine looks she could give a paraplegic a hard-on

So watch her walk away, watch her ignore your advances
She already knows the questions, happily smiling, she leaves you no answers
And the last image that now fills your one tracked brain
Is of her shaking dreams from her hair like rainbows of gold, like wild magical rain

And even deep down if you could so burrow, even then could you explain
The heart and mind and soul of Elaine?
But like all great mysteries unknown even from the days of olde
The paradox of Elaine is left better unsolved

Even if its a whispered scream or a trivial devastation
With her it evolves into either murderous madness or exhilarating elation
See how she shakes dreams from her hair in rainbows of vivid gold, like wild magical rain
It would be wise to heed my warning, as joy soon turns into torment and pain

Ah... so you've tried to forget, but your still wounded and maimed
Your trapped now like so many others in her deadly spiderweb game
And those dreams now becomes nightmares, played over and over again
No man can forget the memory of Elaine

The Voilin Player

Written By: Pete Hawkes


With gentle loving caress the violin and bow were united
Their union created a child, so delicate, so melodic, the parents delighted
I watched it in its infancy as it floated into the incandescent night sky
And the cry of her first breath left me speechless, my mind numb, my mouth dry

For the muse is a sculptor who medium is not stone but rather the very midnight air
And this was a Michelangelo of sound, a simultaneous contradiction in joy and despair
For the joy came first when she knew she was finally alive,
But despair was the note deeper down when soon after she was aware she would not long survive

And even though she would live only for moments and then disappear forever and die
I will remember always remember her sounds of birth,
That exquisite evocative melancholy cry

The Violin Player

Written By: Pete Hawkes


With gentle loving caress the violin and bow were united
Their union created a child, so delicate, so melodic, the parents delighted
I watched it in its infancy as it floated into the incandescent night sky
And the cry of her first breath left me speechless, my mind numb, my mouth dry

For the muse is a sculptor who medium is not stone but rather the very midnight air
And this was a Michelangelo of sound, a simultaneous contradiction in joy and despair
For the joy came first when she knew she was finally alive,
But despair was the note deeper down when soon after she was aware she would not long survive

And even though she would live only for moments and then disappear forever and die
I will remember always remember her sounds of birth,
That exquisite evocative melancholy cry

The Old Violin Player

Written By: Pete Hawkes

With gentle loving caress the violin and bow were united
Their union created a child, so delicate, so melodic, the parents delighted
I watched it in its infancy as it floated into the incandescent night sky
And the cry of her first breath left me speechless, my mind numb, my mouth dry

For the muse is a sculptor who medium is not stone but rather the very midnight air
And this was a Michelangelo of sound, a simultaneous contradiction in joy and despair
For the joy came first when she knew she was finally alive, but despair was the note deeper down when soon after she was aware she would not long survive

And even though she would live only for moments and then disappear forever and die
I will always remember her sounds of birth, that exquisite evocative melancholy cry

Discography

'Secrets Vows and Lies' ( folk blues) with guests Phil Emmanuel and Dave Swarbrick
'Unspoken Riddles' - instrumental collection
'Melancholy Cello '- original cello
'Double Divesity '- Double CD of complete
instrumental works
'The DADGAD files' - orginal celtic compositions, airs reels, jigs
'The lost SOULS ENTWINED 'Pete Hawkes with Phil Emmanuel
Colors 'Pete Hawkes Jazz

Set List

Concerts involve original material. Please contact me for more details