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Kevin: Me, My Dad and Elvis

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Me and my dad, about 1977

I feel like I’m constantly evolving into something else. It seems as if my past, my present, and my future are all intertwining into one strong rope that can’t be broken. That is a good thing.

I suspect that Jo thinks I’m a bit extreme for being so interested in Elvis, but he filled a void in my life, and I’ve never forgotten it. My earliest memory of Elvis must have been when he died. I remember sitting in the living room with my dad and watching concert after concert during the night. I thought he was the most awesome personality that I had ever seen.

I remember when my dad left. I remember there being lots of screaming and crying and me feeling like I was caught in the middle. I really tried to sink into the atmosphere and disappear. My daddy, the person everyone said I was just like, was leaving me. The word devastated is probably not strong enough to describe my feelings.

The truth is that I don’t know, with any certainty, how old I was when my dad left. I’m thinking around five or six. Who knows if I’m even remembering that night accurately, or not. It’s been about 32 years ago.

I remember watching my dad getting ready to go play music. He was my Elvis. He had the jet black hair and all. He wore the stylish clothes of the day and wore those cool side-zip boots. My dad was kind of famous around here. He was one of the T-birds. I remember sitting back stage while Susan Lea, the singer, would play with my hair and comb it like Elvis’.

Me, about 1976

I don’t really know how I ended up loving Elvis so much other than my relating him to my dad. After my dad left, I poured all of my hurt and pain into listening to Elvis. It’s like I could relate to the pain and hurt that I heard in his voice. I still hear it. I think that’s what draws a lot of people to him. He’s like a kid crying out for his parent. Perhaps he was crying out for his mommy that he loved so much.

Elvis was a very sweet person with a heart so big, but he also had a temper that matched it. No one could be more loving than me when I was a kid, but I also had that terrible temper. We both love our mommas dearly, and the rest of our family. Elvis and I both loved Christmas. Somehow, I have fought that feeling for many years since my grandpa died. It’s like I let Christmas die with him. I need to embrace Christmas with that love that I used to have for it. I have more reason now than I ever had to absolutely love Christmas. The only negatives are having to work and that some of the family that I love have died, but they’re always with us in spirit. I want to love life like I used to. I deserve it.

I have the most beautiful wife in the entire world. I also have beautiful and smart children that I love dearly. I have every reason in the world to love Christmas. I’m taking Christmas back for myself! I love life and I want to enjoy it now. I understand what Christmas means now and I want to revel in it. It’s all about love and the truth is that I’m bubbling over with love. I need to stop trying to contain it and just let it overflow. I need to stop being so wrapped up in myself and let the people that I love know that I love them beyond the shadow of a doubt.

I love my wife more than life itself. I want her to be bubbling over with my love for her. I’m running out of time. We all are. Time is something we really can’t make more of.

Since I’ve been a dad, I’ve wanted to be super consistent for my children, but what I’ve found is that this desire is not always possible to enact. The truth is that I’m ever-evolving. I don’t want to remain the same and consistent. I don’t really like who I am. I am certainly not perfectly holy yet, so I can’t be consistent. I need to be fluid and to change. Fortunately, my kids are pretty forgiving and understanding.

I want them to know that there is no one on this planet that I love more than their sweet, sweet mama. I wish I could kiss her on the forehead right now.

I’ve got to get past trying to be the same as I already am because that is not where I need to be.

I have just as much love in me as anybody in this world does. My whole life and the life of my beautiful wife and kids and everybody that I come into contact with will be changed if I truly let everyone see all of the love that I have inside. I will do it starting now. I promise to God that this is my highest priority above all else.

I’ve removed my lapis rosary and took my tiger’s-eye rosary out of my pocket. There’s such a fine line between faith and superstition. I need a break from them. I must guard against superstition. I feel good about this decision. The truth is that I don’t need the rosary to pray and I usually pray without it because I can’t hold on to it a lot of the time that I’m praying. Praying is about as automatic for me as breathing. I need to not have requirements for whether I wear a rosary or a scapular, or not. I will always fulfill my commitment to the Church and the Confraternity. That’s all that matters in regards to the rosary.

I need to not bog myself down with anything. My only focus is to be true love. I want to be pure and clean. The presence of pure love will always make a difference and, with God’s help, I will be that. He wants all of us to be that love, and to share that love, for He is love itself.

Currently, I’m wearing only my wedding ring and my anniversary ring. I’m focusing on the incredible love I have for my wife. She is so beautiful. I love her from head to toe. I don’t know why God decided to give me the gift of Jo, but I’m sure glad He did. I want her to totally feel how much I love her. Please help me with that God.

Kevin R. Hawke (John of the Cross)
February 23, 2012

My ’87 ‘Hit Me with Your Best Shot’

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p.s. Turn your speakers down a little before you hit “play.” 🙁

When I posted my first revived cassette recording, I mentioned that I don’t “cringe at the imperfections” anymore. Well, I can’t say that’s true with this one.

I don’t know whether it’s just a sensitive day or the recording just sounds that imperfect, but I must admit that today I have cringed. More than once.

Anyway, this recording has been on my to-find list for a little while now.

My longtime friend Sandra, who goes to church with us, told her kids a few weeks ago that I sang a great version of this song (or something to that effect). LOL!

She said she was there in the recording studio when I sang this. Wow. I know at least one more friend was with us, but I don’t remember who. Maybe she does?

It was 1987. Senior Week at Myrtle Beach.

Quite a lot I’ve forgotten, and much more that I wish I had…

My ’84 ‘Let Me Be There’ Cover

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This cover of Olivia Newton-John’s “Let Me Be There” was recorded in the summer of 1984 at Songmasters on the Boardwalk, Surfside Beach, SC.

I was 14, almost 15, at the beach with my church youth group.

It wasn’t my best performance, though I don’t cringe at the imperfections like my old self did. Now, I can smile and shake my head and say, not bad. 🙂

Read about how I transferred the recording from the old cassette tape to my laptop here.

Digitizing Old Cassette Tapes

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It all started with Kevin’s being on an Elvis kick lately.

It’s a recurrent one with him; he really grew up listening to and emulating Elvis. It’s probably one of the major reasons he learned to play and sing. The story is that when he was really little, he used to stand on the steps in his grandparents’ living room and pretend to be Elvis, hips shaking and all. (Too bad we don’t have a video of that!)

So yesterday on the way home from work, an Elvis CD was playing in the car. (I don’t remember which one, and Kevin’s working right now.) The song, “Let Me Be There” came on, and he asked if I knew who’d done it originally.

Olivia Newton-John, of course! Even though the key was all wrong for me, I sang along with Elvis and his backup singers, remembering most every word. As anyone’s who’s played music with me would attest, I must’ve sung this one a lot! 😉

I remembered then that I had recorded the song when I was a teenager at one of those walk-in studios where they put you in a booth with some headphones and play a vocal-less track while you sing. I knew I had that tape somewhere!

And there it was, in the big crate of cassettes that I still haven’t gotten rid of: everything from the Eagles and Madonna to outtakes of my radio station days.

It was summer of 1984. I was still 14, at the beach with my church youth group. The tape says, Songmasters on the Boardwalk, Surfside Beach, SC. I wish I could remember who went with me to that studio that day. (Click here to listen.)

Kevin and I listened, and I noticed myself not cringing where I remembered so well having cringed all those years ago. I think I’m bad now, but I was raw with insecurity back then, so self-critical, so self-absorbed…

There is a faint dialogue long after the music ends. The only thing I can really understand is me saying, “It won’t that good.”

It won’t that good. Haha. I must’ve dropped that subject-verb disagreement along with the redundant hose pipe, cutting off the light, and pronouncing coupon “Q-pon.” 😉

So I sorted through the crate and found a lot of other recordings: some from church, some from band shows, another one of these “studio” recordings.

Kevin and I discussed how to get the music from the tape on the stereo to the computer…preferably with as little outside noise as possible.

After we picked up Atticus from the YMCA, we went to Radio Shack and looked around at the cords. Nothing really looked right.

While I was cooking dinner, Kevin checked out the input/output situation on the stereo and laptop. He said if anything would work it would be a cord with two male ends, one 1/8 inch and the other 1/4 inch.

He took the little converter thingy from his big headphones that makes a 1/8-inch end into an 1/4-inch end and put it on one end of the 1/8-inch cord that runs from my laptop speaker output into the mini-speakers we use all the time. The cord was complete.

And then today, I tried it out.

I plugged the 1/8-inch end into my laptop’s microphone input and plugged the 1/4-inch end into the stereo’s headphone output.

I had to go into Audacity and tweak the preferences, so the recording mic was set to “external” instead of “internal,” and there it was!!!!!

I had to turn down the volume quite a bit, and the quality’s not that great, since the original was very noisy and has deteriorated more over these many years. I’m sure someone with more audio-editing proficiency than me could improve it immensely. For now, I’m just glad to be able to save and share our artifacts.

I’ll postHere is my “Let Me Be There” cover later today…and many more to come!

Kevin Makes Me a Poet!

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Just a few songs ago…

Kevin’s playing one of his originals while I work on novel study questions and sing along (read: partially paying attention).

He’s in one of the verses when he knows he’s singing the wrong lyrics again…

Kevin, still strumming along: “I’ve gotten to where I mess that one up every time. That’s not the one that goes there, is it?”

Me, looking up from the laptop: “I don’t know. I just follow you. So if you mess up, I do, too.”

Maybe it’ll work its way into our next song. 😛

Fryed Chickin’s ‘It’s Christmas’

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01 its christmas by Fryedchickin

I recorded this back in 2001, I think.

My friend Eddie Cochran had written a bunch of songs, and I went out to his and Leilani’s house many times to sing along with whatever instrumental tracks had been recorded. He had me standing in the bathroom with the door closed, headphones and mic cords trailing under the door.

I believe this is one of many that he dumped into the Flat Five studio mix, re-recording parts. I’m hazy on the technical stuff, since I, er, didn’t do any of it. 😛 But that might account for the timing issues. Not sure.

Eddie says it features me, him, Steve Edmunds and Carlos Morales. He would know.

Anyway, it’s a cool song, and I miss singing Eddie’s music.

ESoED Acoustic: Washington Square Park, 7/25/09

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We’d been in New York for a few days already and were rich with musical experiences.

We’d been awed by the phenomenal Pat Martino the night before at the Iridium. We’d taken the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame tour at the (now-closed) Soho annex (with the awesome John Lennon exhibit). We’d bought Kevin’s Les Paul, Josephine at Rudy’s.

And we’d just been down City Hall-way to purchase a Xoom H2 recorder at JR‘s, the same one we recorded this show of sorts on.

So when we walked toward Washington Square that afternoon, planning to play a little for the homeless people and the black squirrels, we weren’t expecting to be drowned out.

Yep, down by the fountain, a guy was banging on the drums while kids did flips and stuff. And by banging, I mean BANGING.

It was frustrating then, and it was even frustrating editing these recordings. 😛 It would be very easy to blame the drums for taking two years to get them posted, but it wouldn’t explain the other shows sitting in my to-edit folder..

The full session with all the in-between talk and all:

And the individual tracks…

Intro

Monroe’s Hornpipe

Let’s Shoot for the Moon §

Moondance

Jo Song #2 (‘Cause I Love You) ♥ (See legal.)

This is WSP

Every Second of Every Day ♥ (See legal.)

Georgia

Sitting on Top of the World

Willin’

Idle Chatter

Music Man ♥ (See legal.)

Summertime

♥ Original songs © Every Second of Every Day
§ Written by and © Kevin’s uncle, Danny Cockram

Remembering NYC: 2007

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Our third NYC trip together, July 2007, was the year we first visited the Shanghai Cafe in Chinatown.

As you can see by Kevin’s perfect expression above, some of the food’s a little hot. 😛

Sure, none of the people who work there speak much English; they only bring you a fork if you ask for it, and they don’t take credit cards, but they have the best chicken fried rice we have ever tasted. Ever.

Some other things we remember about our action-packed 2007 trip:

UPDATE: Songs & Pics added to Bluegrass Jam

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from left: Wes, Laura, Kevin & Ryland

We’ve added additional pictures and individual song files to the 5/31 Bluegrass Jam at James Lynch’s house — featuring our cousin Wes Holtsford, his friend Laura Liem, and Kevin’s dad Ryland Hawker.

The eight songs include: The Man Who Wrote ‘Home Sweet Home’ Never Was a Married Man, Home Sweet Home, Going Down the Road Feeling Bad, Moondance, Cumberland Gap, Faded Love, Old Joe Clark, and Sally Goodin.

Go listen and let us know what you think. 🙂