We’re Not The Masters Here.

don’t push summer away just yet. fall is persuasive, but it’s locked its keys in the car and is fiddling with a bent coat hanger in the drive. let’s hit snooze on it, roll over and keep dreaming. these seasons rotate through like they’re the boss. knocking around our emotions and poking at our love. or maybe you’re one of those who hangs on for what’s brisk. fed up with being hammered by the patter of radiation. ok. i’ll admit, i’m just a little excited about the rusty parade of autumn. a flugel horn of falling leaves and a coronet song of cool breeze, an ache in the bushes and relief in the trees. truth is, we’re not the masters here. we’re tattooed with the drama of the season’s comings. the corn is sweet and the tomatoes captured in amber. we drag our feet into winter. we ride the cycles. again we submit. in the winter, submittens. there’s a song for all of this. and coffee perks uniquely for each new angle of the sun. we’re going to be fine sweetie. we’re going to be fine. it’s been a while for the thatched roof. it’s been a while for the sod shanty. it’s been a while for the stone outhouse and it’s been a while for the timber truss. our bones glued together, heartbreak after heartbreak, we still know how to love. and we ride the wheel of this movement. bless this holding on. bless this letting go. bless our mutual willingness. bless the bruises and bless the heal. the fields wave and we wave back. summer, autumn, winter, fall… we’ve seen and been conquered by them all. let’s sing a song together over some bitter, distilled twig pot. love to all… may you all be overthrown by the beauty of the moment you stand in. hw.

Vinyl Release: (last night we were) The Delicious Wolves

“Whether caterwauling through “You and Me and the Weather”, moaning low like Robert Plant, or barking orders to an anonymous plaything in “Striptease”, Workman not only possesses chrome-plated pipes, but the style to use them.” – Pitchfork

 

“stunning songs filled with sublime hooks and clever wordplay…enough to convince the world of his burgeoning genius…” – The Guardian

 

We are excited to announce that Hawksley’s seminal album, (last night we were) The Delicious Wolves, will be available for the first time on vinyl on Friday, September 21. The vinyl will be distributed in record stores across Canada by Outside Music and available online here, as well as on upcoming tour dates. The record will have an exclusive early release during Hawksley’s European/UK Tour (dates below).

Hawksley’s self-produced sophomore effort was released on his own indie label, Isadora Records and recorded at his then home studio in Toronto (with additional production and recording by Joao Carvalho). (last night we were) The Delicious Wolves was a breakthrough record for Hawksley in Canada and Europe, spawning the hit radio single Striptease. The LP helped garner two JUNO Awards for Hawksley; Best New Solo Artist, and Best Video for the innovative one-shot “Jealous of Your Cigarette” directed by Sean Turrell. The album also features a guest vocal performance by Sarah Slean on tracks “Old Bloody Orange” and “Dirty and True”.

Says a retrospective Hawksley, “I had just finished up my first record For Him and the Girls and was in a good rhythm with writing and being in the studio.  I anticipated a busy time ahead and thought I’d get right to work on my follow-up record so that it would be ready when needed. There was a little more confidence and a little more swagger, and I was definitely feeling emboldened to reach further into the sexed-up thing that started to emerge on the first record. I was pushing the fuzzy pop-rock side of things with “Striptease” and “Jealous Of Your Cigarette”, but (last night we were) The Delicious Wolves also contained some of my most evolved writing to date. Songs like  “Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off”, a song about marriage and death, “No Beginning No End”, inspired by my obsession at the time with the gospel of Thomas, and the apocalypse romp-ballad “Lethal and Young” all added fuel to my burning. I felt like I was really coming into my own as a songwriter.”

Hawksley European/UK Tour dates and ticket links:

09/04 – BergenLille Ole Bull (tickets)

09/05 – OsloCafe Mono (tickets)

09/06 – ManchesterTwisted Wheel + Night People (tickets)

09/07 – GlasgowKing Tuts (tickets)

09/13 – LondonThe Borderline (tickets)

09/15 – ParisLes Etoiles (tickets)

 

(last night we were) The Delicious Wolves Tracklist

  1. Striptease
  2. Jealous of Your Cigarette
  3. You, Me and the Weather
  4. Little Tragedies
  5. What a Woman
  6. Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off
  7. Old Bloody Orange
  8. Clever Not Beautiful
  9. No Beginning No End
  10. Dirty and True
  11. Lethal and Young

Words + Tour

it’s been nearly a year since the move to montreal.  after a long stretch in the country planting garlic and driving the old yellow snowmobile around to see where the foxes peed and moose stomped through, my wife and i have returned to a lovely cosmopolitan grind.  but this city is only revealing gentle layers so far, and there’s inspiration hiding…  poorly. it’s a place that humbly oozes its character.  and i’ve been a willing recipient.  through the winter, riding my bike in the snow and under the vanhorn bridge to my studio just past beaubien in the mornings.  i had an old hero to impress.  the soundtrack to my first real apartment (the place without bugs, but with a toilet and sink) was the dears first record, ‘end of a hollywood bedtime story’.  and some 20 years later, i’d signed myself up to work with the brilliant mind behind that record, murray lightburn.  as the battering ram of cold and snow waged its old war on the city, i kept a determined pace of daily writing with one goal…  to impress this guy.  it’s funny what happens over years of writing songs.  you chase all kinds of ghosts to see what you can rattle loose…  and in this soon to be 376 year old city, there’s a million of them with pockets full of mysteries yet to be picked.  in the alleys and the stuffy second floor spaces over bars where the bands that broke out of this town incubated and fell in love and fought and created dreams.  i’ve been thinking a lot about the lovely cruelty of passing time.  they’re pulling up saint-catherine street here, and under the concrete and pavement finding plumbing that dates back 200 years.  the city’s water systems moaning over cleaning out particulate that would have settled itself before the cars that bounce around this place were ever dreamed up.  i’ve chased being new for 20 some odd years.  in the music business, we like what’s new.  so what happens when you wake up 43, stroking your chin with a far away look in your eye, and considering your 16th record?  i’ve almost never stopped to smell the roses.  i look back now with a curious nostalgia about my momentary grip on what felt like almost world domination.  the zeitgeist knows where you belong, and if you linger too long in the hallways after closing, it’ll spit you out and drop you to where you’re supposed to be.  and i feel now, more than ever, where i belong.  the ideas and passions still burn hot in me.  like when my grandma hawksley was nearing the end of her life she visited the old school house i’d bought with my first small burst of money from music, the schoolhouse she’d gone to as a child.  she leaned against her walker looking at the two glorious old pines that book ended the entrance path and said that “she’d climb these trees today if she could”.  the spirit is willing but the flesh is…  is always changing.  i heard a show on the CBC about somebody’s “body of work”…  i don’t remember who it was, but for the first time i considered it.  i know i’ve got one, i’ve never dusted it off to have a gander at it.  for me, today’s triumph has always been tomorrow’s forgotten memory.  so i’ve had the charity to give it a look.  the funny thing is, the audience has always been there as a companion piece to these years.  and many of you have stayed around to see what i was going to do next.  i cannot thank you enough for the blessing of your attention all this time. the bug to write songs still burrows deep.  it’s a plague on the eyes and the ears.  that there’s a song in everything.  in every moment.  it’s just about seeing it, even the benign, with fresh sight.  so as the summer takes its rest on us, i put the last finishing touches on a new record that i couldn’t be more proud of, and i pull out an old one and christen it to the true music lover’s format of long playing vinyl record…  i’m learning it’s ok to be proud of its “bull in a china shop” innocence.  i’ve got gigs planned for the autumn in cities in europe and the UK that i’ve loved and that have loved me back.  and i’ve got old and new irons in the fire to keep my wanton imagination and energy distractions when they need it.  in short, i love making things.  bless you for being there to listen to, watch or read the things i’ve made over the years.  it’s an honour.  a great, great honour.  so happy summer to all (and happy winter to those in the southern hemisphere)…  the creative life is a long one.  there’s something shimmering in everything, even the ache, and we can keep loving it and talking about it all together for as long as we feel we want to.  bisous!

 

tour.

Norway, UK, France

We are excited to announce that Hawksley Workman will be heading out on a solo tour this September, dates are below, tickets on sale now.

September 4th, Bergen at Lille Ole Bull (tickets)
September 5th, Oslo at Cafe Mono (tickets)
September 6th, Manchester at Night People (tickets)
September 7th, Glasgow at King Tuts (tickets)
September 13th, London at The Borderline (tickets)
September 14th, Lille House Concert (Sold Out)
September 15th, Paris at Les Etoiles (tickets)

 

Solo Tour, Europe and UK • Tickets On Sale Now!

We are excited to announce that Hawksley will be performing some select solo shows in Europe and the UK this September!

Tickets are on sale now!

September 4 @ Lille Ole Bull, Bergen (tickets)
September 5 @ Cafe Mono, Oslo (tickets)
September 6 @ Night People & The Twisted Wheel, Manchester (tickets)
September 7 @ King Tuts, Glasgow (tickets)
September 13 @ The Borderline, London (tickets)
September 15 @ Les Etoiles, Paris (tickets)

 

 

 

 

Paris Date Added to September Tour

We are thrilled to announce that a Paris date has been added to Hawksley’s September solo European/UK tour.

Saturday September 15th @ Les Etoiles

Ticket Pre-Sale: Wednesday June 13th 10am-6pm exclusively @ Ticketmaster FR

General Sale: Thursday June 14th 10am here

 

 

March 4, 2018

Old ape arms turns 43… with a back drop of sky that’s both bright and gloom… just like me. It’s been a little while since I’ve felt the energy of purpose… but I’ve found it again. Work and clarity are back in blossom. 2 records written, and the music feels special and true. When you’re a kid, work’s a dirty word… now it’s a blessing. Montreal has been a most welcome, spirit enlivening move. I’ve caught a wind there, and have met the warmest and loveliest talented kooks, who, in turn have opened their hearts to me. The complications of old versions of happiness slowly being replaced by deceptively new, simple ones. A swim. A bike ride. A clever verse/chorus change. A run. Nephews. Cats. My love. It’s now, mostly always enough. Here’s to marching forth on this March 4th… with the pride and excitement of a couple pockets full of great, new songs, a new city to fall in love with spring over, some already planned visits to far flung places, wireless headphone walks to the studio and the sharpest images of gratitude for all the folks who’ve continued to listen and support me through these last, nearly 20 years… your dedication seems all the more rarified and wild given the times… Many thanks. and with a bit of a wizend heart and eyes worn by what time allows you to see, I’m more thankful for everything you’re supposed to be more thankful for, but sometimes just forget. I plan to try and remember more. Wishing you peaceful hearts and quiet illuminated minds… h.

November… 2017

there was snow up the mountain the other day.  elevation and wind.  it’s funny what the trees beckon for, but they do.  some leaves, still green holding on.  holding out.  others, graciously yellow and brown.  grateful for the rest, they lay glopped in prickly frost.  the biting torment blowing north south, i rounded east on saint-viateur to find a forgiving calm.  always being reminded of our smallness.  always being reminded of its bigness.  it’s a constant remembering and forgetting and remembering.  lost in my own thoughts of importance and then rattled into remembering.  i felt my heart pounding.  the cold is something the kid remembers.  wonderous.  the dreams that snow allow.  the fantasy of the nearly eternal sleep.  yes you rest.  and heal.  but you also secretly plot.  to come out the other end better.  more ready to love.  more ready to heed.  to recognize when to gently relax into the fury.  the cold packs a misery so perfect as to be uncaring of the skin to which it clings.  the mind is charitable.  having politely allowed me to forget what this darkness really means to bring.  but i’m beginning to feel ready.  i’m also going to try some sneaky defiance.  i’m going to hunker in studios and make music this winter.  so when the buds starts to sprout, i’ll have some greening peas to share.  i’m feeling excited.  i like this city’s undulations.  i’m a newbie.  and i’m being warned of a less than friendly winter ahead.  and cities have a way of testing your love.  or at least your affections.  am i the willing suitor or is it?  i guess that’s what makes it interesting.  double steeples and a mountain for climbing.  and all the age a building can stand to bare.  new songs.  new thoughts.  new reasons to celebrate.  new reminders to love and care.  to maybe even extend a little warmth to my own inner voices that i so often allow to speak to my softness with such unkindness.  as these days grow short let’s let our love grow long.  blessings from saint-urbain.  a southbound throughway…  that quiets by midnight and rages again at 6.  to the airplanes landing mostly east to west and to the street artists continuing the conversation in bold colour and lines.  thank you and see you out there.  i look forward to the sharing of our voices and hearts.  h.