Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Silence Is Golden





The awkward Silences

Part 1
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING

A private residence in London. It’s about 10am on the weekend.
A young woman and a slightly older man are talking at each other whilst tidying up.

Boy (Getting short tempered): Well?

Girl: I’m just thinking.

Boy: About what exactly…

Girl: Hang on I need to just think for a minute.

(tick, tick, tick, tick)

Boy: But how do you feel?...

Girl: Right, basically, I don’t feel as strongly about it as you. But I’m not completely comfortable….

Boy: What does that mean? Did something happen?


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Until we meet again. . .

hh

Hi there folks, Well what a year this is turning out to be!

Quite a busy time what with me having a birthday in july (not telling you how old tho), and lots of parties and people and strange stories.


I have also had a bit of time to write and record some tunes, one of which is added this week. Let me know what you think and tell your friends. Live shows coming soon.

To read stories and hear them set to music visit the following:

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Until we meet again. . .

hh

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Last Journey of Gregor Samsa


... another bad day at the office for Gregor

Bored? Discontented? Under valued?
Sometimes you’ve just got to get away from it all. Just get in your cars and drive and it doesn’t matter where, because you will just end up coming back, and then you will feel the same again. Bored? Discontented? Under valued? Haven’t we all been here before?Well its not every day you resort to ‘going aphid’ as an excuse for not leaving the house, but it’s a pretty good one though.

But Gregor never came back...
To hear this story set to music visit:www.myspace.com/harryhawke
Until next time...
hh

Monday, February 11, 2008

Camera Man



There would always be imbalance. One wants to stay in, and the other wants to party.
But he would do anything for her. She was beautiful, so graceful on screen and he loved to film her. And she loved to be filmed. It was the only place she ever felt special in her whole life. She needed it so much, the attention which she was starved of as the daughter of a fashion designer in Paris growing up.




And through her radiance he could tell the sadness, and that’s what made her so helpless.



To hear this story set to music visit:www.myspace.com/harryhawke



Until next time...



hh

Monday, February 4, 2008

The Official Harry Hawke “Your words, not mine” Blog

The mysterious Harry Hawke captures tales of woe and joy and everything in between, and retells them with the back drop of a resonator guitar and some maracas.

So many stories to tell, of loved ones, lost ones, out casts, dreamers, city folk and country folk alike.


Regularly updated with tales from the world you live in. Your world, Your lives, Your stories.

To read stories and hear them set to music visit the following:

www.myspace.com/harryhawke

Until we meet again. . .

hh