Paul Hookham, The Independant Creative Works.
“Music is the voice of the heart.”

Hi and welcome. Over the years I have gone through three recording decks and four video cameras in an effort to produce this collection of music and video. What started as hobby quickly became a passion.

I set up the ‘studio’ in my father’s basement and began making what he called ‘the racket’. At one point we set up some crappy drums and proceeded to just fly at it. We played about 5 songs in a row and got worse with each song. This was the only time my father said anything. As we sat taking a break he poked his head through the door and remarked,

“For god-awful sakes, it sounds like you're building a house down here.”

Since then I have gained the assistance of several professional musicians and there have been endless hours of support from family and friends. I’m most proud of the original and committed sound.

The Stratocaster

Throughout my life I’ve always had a high level of responsibility and I enjoy being on the ‘point of the arrow’. Through my twenties & into my thirties I worked as an Avalanche Forecaster and Climbing Instructor. I began a career as a Fire Fighter at age 31.

Interestingly enough this body of work seems to be maturing at a time when the internet has so much to offer an independent artist. By my definition I have already achieved success just by the fact that this site exists.


Enjoy your visit.

“Most of us have had the experience where from across the room you can feel someone’s eyes on you and, you even know which way to look. An idea happens like that, something suddenly gets my attention and I can’t look away.”

Fire

Beyond The Fire Line

On one occasion we had the owner of a nearby business walk into the hall to report that a roofer’s tar kettle was on fire next to his shop and that it was unattended. I asked him for the address and he replied,

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Fire

White Thunder

We both heard it. Crack! The snow broke away and the sensation of acceleration was instant. My friend watched from above as debris pushed at my back threatening to send me into a summersault. I did not want that to happen.

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