February 2007



Live audio recording, Hawks at Evening Muse, Charlotte, North Carolina, September 2008:

Hawks acoustic perform Hallowed Ground on the Ralph McLean show, BBC Radio Belfast, August 2008:

Hawks acoustic perform Yolo County Airport on Ralph McLean show:

Live at the Grand Old Echo with the Chapin Sisters:



EXEUNT PUB Hawks in Swindon pub, England, with Tony Gilkyson & Kip Boardman:

Live From The Hayride directed by Jean Pellerin, edited by Jeff Richter, produced by Jim Kalin, Rob Nelson, Heidi Huber, and Zachariah

Motorcycle Mama Road Trip directed by Dave Cole, filmed by Dave and Cisco, Doran Tyson producer and beautiful mystical girl, Stadler Tyson production coordinatorBarrier Reef by Katie and Rob and Paul L

Exeunt Pub by Paul L and Rob, The Beehive Pub in Swindon, England, from our super fun 2006 summer tour with Tony Gilkyson and Kip Boardman


February 5, 2007


The Hawks came up with a fun travel game whilst driving south on the 5 through the Grapevine. The hills were brown and gray, and a blackened gray hillside from a recent fire smoldered. The afternoon air was a hazy blue.The game is called Guess The Distant Object I’m Looking At. The first person scans the horizon, in our case the distant hills ahead, and picks out a barely visible landmark. Guess what it is.

For example: “I see a cut in the road on a chaparral ridge.” The rest of your car buddies now scan the distant horizon and their perimeters looking for your road cut. “There it is! Almost straight ahead, to the right?” “That’s it!”The winner now gets to pick. “I see a water tank on a hilltop.” Repeat. This puts the travelers in hunter mode, eyes sharpened, leaning forward, alert.

Try it on your next car trip!—–

Admit it, iPod Shuffle has consciousness. Shuffle Consciousness. It’s not random, we all know that. Today one tune flows seamlessly and perfectly into the next, heavy with symbolic associations–and tomorrow an irritable sequence of tunes assaults the ear. How? Well, we all have our good days, our bad days. Consciousness. It’s the funky iPod consciousness, BROTHER! Go ahead, ask yourself, “does the iPod have consciousness?” We have to talk about this, friends. We must. We’ve all secretly been asking ourselves this question for some time. Come out into the open. Don’t be ashamed. Ask the question. Does the iPod have consciousness? Probably. Probably.

“I believe in Digital the way Christians believe in Jesus,” Paul L says. Who of you can disagree? Who of you will throw the first stone? rroad.jpg

P.S. — Should we do any up tempo country rock version of “The Rose?” My dream says yes.

We are in Newman. East from the 5 in the flatass Central Valley, about 40 miles west of Merced (Gateway to Manteca). Flat, flat, flat. You can see a long and lazy distance across hazy gray green to a horizon of palm trees. And we’re buzzing from hard working Valley energy. The theater we are playing tonight is a converted 1940’s movie palace on Main Street in this old/new/abandoned/reclaimed farming town. On the marquee out front in giant Hollywood Golden Era letters: “I SEE HAWKS IN L.A.– YOU’LL SEE THEM IN NEWMAN.” We feel warmly welcomed by the volunteer crew busy at work on many projects around the space in the pre-gig hours. There’s the sound guy of course, a lights (lighghts) dude, the booking agent, a Fixit guy working on door handles, a guy prepping the popcorn machine, some kids setting up chairs, a crew of ladies cooking a huge meal for everyone. It’s a great community project. We make it through sound check, eat a fusion Asian meal, and then they take us to the house they’ve got for us.

The house is great, if a little spooky. It was built in 1914 out on a farm, and moved to what was a booming Newman subdivision in the 1950’s. No one appears to have lived here since the late ’60s. Portraits of people who may be dead stare from the mantle and walls. That’s the great and the spooky part. It’s spring time in the Central Valley and they smell of ammonium nitrate fertilizer and a fresh cropdusting hangs in the air. It’s a little freaky. But the roof is good and we’re good. Our new friend John has signed on to be our Merch guy for the night. It’s an arrival for the Hawks, as John only merches to the big guys like Chris Hillman. How long we’ve needed John. We met on the Internet.

Thoughts from later that night:The show in at the Westside theater was dreamy. Standing on the stage in the art deco palace, looking out at the Newmanians, dreaming of the old days and imagining the future of this town. Will family farms return? Will the furniture shop and department store on Main Street once again be filled with shoppers and products? Will some new corporation move in and employ everyone? Will it become a bedroom community for Modesto when it reaches Mega-city status late in the century? Or will it just continue to exist in this unusual peaceful equilibrium it seems to have discovered all by itself?

We played two sets. Both band and audience got progressively rowdier as the night wore on. Howls, bird calls, and meows filled the air during “A Dog Can Break Your Heart Too.” These are animal loving people here among the crops, just like us Hawks. Two Hawks (you guess which two) engaged in after-show Jager shots with Farris, her one-of-a-kind little dog, and several other crew members. Show business. I love it. Yes, I RW did the Jager shots and I’m not ashamed. It’s herbal after all and good for the digestion. Good people of Newman, we hope to return soon! Be well.


February 4, 2007

The Hawks are feeling lucky so trouble must be just ahead on the horizon. It’s three o’clock on Saturday afternoon and so far everything has been going just great on our mini-tour of historic Upper Central Valley theaters. We took off almost on schedule before noon on Friday. The East-siders met up in Highland Park. […]

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February 1, 2007

Check out Paul L’s version of the stony stony stony:

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