pHat riNO

Hole Balloon Tight Was going through a box of old CDs in my parents basement and stumbled upon some songs I haven’t heard in a long time.

When I was in high school, I wrote and recorded several songs.
I sang and played guitar.

I didn’t really have a band, but I didn’t want to be known just as Pat Hawks (my, how things have changed), so I developed a persona known as pHat riNO. (Notice capitalization. If you look at only the lowercase letters and add “ck” to the end, you’ve got patrick, my first name. Really wanted an anagram, but Praktis Chawk was the closest I could get.)

Most of what was recorded is bad.
No, it’s beyond bad.

But the experience of writing songs and other people listening to them was a lot of fun, and I learned a lot about who I am and how I relate to people.

I’ll never forget one night at my friend Kerry’s house, while we were all upstairs and I was playing some of my songs, everybody else started singing along.
This had a profound impact on me, one that I’ll never be able to put into words.

Sometime during my junior year of high school, the whole pHat riNO thing kind of went away.
There were several reasons for this, which I won’t get into right now.

Listening to these recordings, I remember how much I love music, regardless of my talent (or lack thereof).
My buddy Kevin wants to go into the studio in February and record some songs, with me on guitar. I think that’s a good idea.

Many times, I’ve thought about putting some of my old recordings online. I don’t know if that’s a good idea, or if this is even the place for that.
All of my recordings were online at one time, but I deleted my Geocities page a long time ago.


pHat riNO