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The Final
Quarter

Two lifetimes in music. One record about where we’ve been, where we are, and whatever comes next. The Final Quarter is the debut album from PATH.

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THE STORY
SO FAR

PATH draws on a lifetime of listening, writing and making music. The Final Quarter is the place where the road behind and the road ahead converge ..... where the experiences of the past inform the journey of the future. A place for reflection on what’s been and contemplation of what’s to come.

“Time’s getting short The road behind is getting longer We can’t go back We’re lost to the stars Bodies get weak But the language of the heart gets stronger Finally she calls out to me To come home”
..... The Final Quarter, PATH
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THE FINAL QUARTER

THE FINAL QUARTER / LYRICS

The words behind the music.

← BACK TO SONGS ← BACK TO VIDEOS 01AshtrayOPEN LYRICSCLOSE LYRICS+

Ashtray

(Hawes / Pain)

Ashtray, filled with all the remnants of a long day
Try’na to figure out,
How to, say the wrong thing to you in the right way
Isn’t that what honesty’s about

I said my love for you would never die,
I was only using you
So protect yourself and just let me go
Walk away before I do what I’ve gotta do

We keep holding on, We keep holding on,
Gotta turn it off or switch it on
We keep holding on, We keep holding on,
And it’s time to let this go
Coz I can’t breathe when you’re next to me
We keep holding on, We keep holding on,
But when tomorrow comes you know that I’ll be gone

Headlights, approaching in the darkness of the last night
But there’s nowhere left to go
So don’t ask, if someone else in waiting in the daylight
Coz you don’t really want to know

I said my love for you would never die, ( don’t you know)
I was only using you ( I’m guilty of the crime)
So protect yourself and just let me go
Walk away before I do what I’ve gotta do

We keep holding on, We keep holding on,
Gotta turn it off or switch it on
We keep holding on, We keep holding on,
And it’s time to let this go
Coz I can’t breathe when you’re next to me
We keep holding on, We keep holding on,
But when tomorrow comes you know that I’ll be gone

Ashtray, filled with all the remnants
Ashtray, filled with all the remnants
Ashtray, filled with all the remnants
Ashtray, filled with all the remnants

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Holding On To Air

(Hawes / Pain)

The dancing lights in the midnight sky
The door to you was open wide
If madmen only turn the key
I guess I’ve lost my mind
coz I can’t get over you

I’m holding on to air
Knowing you were never there
From the start
I must have made the whole thing up
A crisis of the heart
I laid my feelings bare
And now I’m holding on to air

Maria dancing, such a fleeting grace
The magic theatre calls my name
The wolf and I we walk the line
But shadows can’t be tamed
And I can’t get over you

I’m holding on to air
Knowing you were never there
From the start
I must have made the whole thing up
A crisis of the heart
I laid my feelings bare
And now I’m holding on to air

I’m holding on - It’s time to let you go
I’m holding on - you will never know
I’m holding on - how you lived in me
Why do I keep searching for you
Holding on to you

I’m holding on to air
Knowing you were never there
From the start
I must have made the whole thing up
A crisis of the heart
I laid my feelings bare
And now I’m holding on to air

← BACK TO SONGS 03Waiting on GodOPEN LYRICSCLOSE LYRICS+

Waiting on God

(Hawes / Barringer)

Stones in the road gathering dust
Machete shine red with the poor man’s blood
The oilfield burns with a withering flame
But the war goes on for the final grain
Broken dolls in a loveless heap
A video game has taken her seat
Man of the cloth abuses trust
To satisfy his virgin lust

When the stars fall out of the sky
And the tears of the whole world shine
Who’s gonna save us all from ourselves
And turn our water in to wine

We’re waiting on God
We’re just waiting on God

Soulless boots stepping as one
We’re try’na fight a war that can’t be won
The shark can’t swim coz he’s got no fin
But he won’t go hungry as the ice drops in
So why we doin nothing to stop the devil coming?
What’s the point in birth?
When we’re walking on a path to destruct
In the flames of hell on earth

When the stars fall out of the sky ( Sky)
And the tears of the whole world shine (Shine)
Who’s gonna save us all from ourselves ( all from ourselves)
And turn our water in to wine
We’re waiting on God
We’re just waiting on God

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Water On Stone

(Hawes / Pain)

It’s so dry in these parts
I’m empty, I’m thirsty, I’m tired
Oh and these badlands are bad
Friendly faces are distant and quiet

I pray the monsoon will come again
And I’ll soon be drowning in
The heavenly gift that I lost

I can’t get by
I’m lost on my own
But you bring me life
Like water on stone….water on stone

They say fortune will favour the brave
But my strength is my weakness
And though shallow is my light
In truth my darkness is deepest

If you can’t forget can you forgive
Take me back in even if
I stole everything that you had

I can’t get by
I’m lost on my own
But you bring me life
Like water on stone….water on stone

If the bloodline was broken
Words left unspoken
I’m ready to open my heart

I can’t get by
I’m lost on my own
But you bring me life
Like water on stone….water on stone

I can’t get by, I’m lost on my own

← BACK TO SONGS05Shine On UsOPEN LYRICSCLOSE LYRICS+

Shine On Us

(Hawes / Pain)

I’ve been a long way from home
And coming back is hard you know
Are we really running out of time
To take the broken light and make it shine

Shine on us again
Like the first day of april
Took the red from the rainbow
And stopped the rain
Shine on us again
Coz the plane was on the runway
And was heading only one way
But came back again

We were living through the eyes of youth
But when the road got rough the screws came loose
I don’t wanna be the one to say that everything’s ok
But if we step out of the darkness we might find our way

Shine on us again
Like the first day of april
Took the red from the rainbow
And stopped the rain
Shine on us again
Coz the plane was on the runway
And was heading only one way
But came back again

Come on let’s take the years ahead
Not write them on a stone
We’ve got eternity
To be alone
We could accept we’re both to blame
Then we could end this foolish game
Hear me now, what d’you say
Are you with me?

Shine on us again
Like the first day of april
Took the red from the rainbow
And stopped the rain
Shine on us again
Coz the plane was on the runway
And was heading only one way
But came back again

Shine on us…….

← BACK TO SONGS 06The Final QuarterOPEN LYRICSCLOSE LYRICS+

The Final Quarter

(Hawes / Pain)

There’s a white wave etched on a sailor’s heart
And it carries him to worlds apart
But he knows
The tide is coming in

Contemplates the day he goes to ground
Oceans crossed
And the treasures found
Set the sail for the final quarter

Time’s getting short
The road behind is getting longer
We can’t go back
We’re lost to the stars
Bodies get weak
But the language of the heart gets stronger
Finally, she calls out to me
To come home

See the dancing lights on the hinterland
Hear the ancient song of the angels band
Pulling us
Into the great beyond
We’re not bound by blood
But we’re tied by hope
Will you come with me
If I cut this rope
Castaway for the final quarter

Time’s getting short
The road behind is getting longer
We can’t go back
We’re lost to the stars
Bodies get weak
But the language of the heart gets stronger
Finally, she calls out to me
To come home….

Where the journey started
Where the silver thread begun
And it’s guided us this far
So let the final quarter come

Set the sail for the Final Quarter…..

← BACK TO SONGS07The Spirit of YouthOPEN LYRICSCLOSE LYRICS+

The Spirit of Youth

(Hawes / Pain)

Try’na find the silver thread
Coz everything has come undone
I used to see the road ahead
But now I’m heading for the setting sun

You know the wild wind has blown
We went searching for the truth
For a moment we owned
The spirit of youth
The spirit of youth

We’re swimming in a sea of fools
We’re try’na keep our heads above
Would we drown if we broke the rules
Or find our way back to long lost love

You know the wild wind has blown
We went searching for the truth
For a moment we owned
The spirit of youth
And now the last bird has flown
We went searching in the blue
How did we lose
The spirit of youth?
The spirit of youth

Nobody ever really knows
Are we painters of our dreams?
Or is it just destiny?

The colours might fade
But the dream remains
Do we look life in the eye?
Or do we just lay down and die?

And now the last bird has flown
We went searching in the blue
How did we lose
The spirit of youth?
The spirit of youth
The spirit of youth
The spirit of youth

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Blue Smoke

(Hawes)

I breathe you in, I breathe you out
I’m not a man when you’re not about
You ruin me, but you make me whole
You’re the silver streak in the coal

And every day, bleeds into one
I can’t feel the rain, I can’t see the sun
So I ask myself, to show restraint
Coz a greedy man can’t be a saint

In you blue smoke, I see the hand of God
Reaching down for me
Wild horses set me free
And I tell myself tonight, that I can win this fight
But you always know the truth
That I’m lost without a hope
In your blue smoke

You pick me up, but then you throw me down
Like a ragged doll, I hit the ground
From way down low, to way up high
Temptations flames are always burning in your skies, you know

In you blue smoke, I see the hand of God
Reaching down for me
Wild horses set me free
And I tell myself tonight, that I can win this fight
But you always know the truth
That I’m lost without a hope
In your blue smoke

I’m lost without a hope

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Blue Skies Will Come

(Hawes / Pain)

When your sky isn’t blue
And the clouds descend on you
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

When you’re standing in the drop
And it seems a long way up
I’ll be there
I’ll be there

When the night is cold
And there’s nothing there for you to hold
And the lies creep into your young heart
Darling

Reach deep inside
You will find your blue sky
There’s no need to hide
I’ll be there

I didn’t know that things had got so bad
That your world had got so sad
I’d have been there if I had
I’d have been there, there to tell you

Sometimes it’s hard to understand
The darkness that lays in God’s plan
Why suffer the children tonight? Darling

Reach deep inside
Yeah reach deep inside
There’s no need to hide
There’s no need to hide
I’ll be there

Blue Skies will come…….

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All Things Must Come to Pass

(Hawes / Pain)

Dealer twist me another card
Will you help me get lucky this time
You know lately things have seemed hard
Will you help me to play this hand right

Stars will fade
Pain won’t last
God made it that way
All things must come to pass

I confess I’m still stuck in this maze
And every turning has filled me with doubts
There are so many paths you could take
But in the end there’s only one way out

Stars will fade
Pain won’t last
God made it that way
All things must come to pass

Da da dee, Da da dum, we’re here and then we’re gone
It’s true, all things must come to pass
Da da dee, Da da dum, I swear you were the one
It’s you, all things must come to pass

All things must come to pass

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Today’s The Day

(Hawes / Pain)

Today’s the day…..

God,
It’s been a while since we’ve spoken
Is it true
That our line is broken?
Coz i can’t hear a thing that you say
Even though you’re just inches away
And I was wondering
Will the angels sing on my day of reckoning?

If I leave a place by my side
Will you lie next to me
And take the holy path into the light?

Today’s the day
We’re gonna raise a glass to celebrate
Coz it’s been a good life
And some might say
It’s best to make the darkness go away
So I guess it’s goodbye

Life,
Is the gift that keeps giving
But cruel hearts
Are the curse of the living
And the world is wondering
Will the angels sing on our day of reckoning?

Today’s the day
We’re gonna raise a glass to celebrate
Coz it’s been a good life
And some might say
It’s best to make the darkness go away
So I guess it’s goodbye

If I leave a place by my side
Will you lie next to me
And take the holy path into the light?

Today’s the day…

No one likes to say goodbye
But please don’t worry, I’m up high and
I love you, always will so
Pass me the final pill

Today’s the day…

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Feel You Around

(Hawes / Pain)

Nineteen eighty seven
We were only twenty three
You went up to heaven
It happened right in front of me
You seemed to know the end had come
A farewell to the golden one

It’s still December
The glowing ember
It never really ever went away because

I can feel you around
Taking me under
I can feel you around
You’re hitting me like thunder
Do angels fly up in your sky
Like they do in my head
I can feel you around

You always said “we’d meet again”
I feel we’re getting closer now
You’ll be forever young
But me I’m getting older now
So can you give me one more sign
To show me that the end’s divine

And did December
Last forever
I heard your voice in the wind tonight you know

I can feel you around
Taking me under
I can feel you around
You’re hitting me like thunder
Do angels fly up in your sky
Like they do in my head
I can feel you around

Somehow I feel we led you to your resting place
The train was coming
But we got delayed by the final show
And you never made it to the line

I can feel you around
You’re hitting me like thunder

Do angels fly up in your sky
Like they do in my head
I can feel you around

I feel you around ……

RIP Lloyd NewmanDecember 1987

MADE WITH

Credits

Writers, musicians, producers and collaborators behind PATH's recordings.

Full album credits coming soon.

THE WORLD THAT INSPIRES US

Inspiration From The First Half

Music, books, films and images that have stayed with us.....and sometimes found their way into what we create.

▶ WATCH THE ORIGINAL PERFORMANCE HAWKWIND · SILVER MACHINE · YOUTUBE

HAWKWIND · SILVER MACHINE · 1972

My first world-changing musical experience

I think seeing this 1972 Top of the Pops performance of Hawkwind's “Silver Machine” was my first world-changing musical experience.

As a seven-year-old, I eagerly awaited my weekly dose of the chart rundown, but when Silver Machine landed on the screen, I was intoxicated. Strange bubbling synths, a wild dancing girl surrounded by an assortment of freaks, strobe lights and the bare-chested Lemmy with what would become his trademark Rickenbacker.

The hook was undeniable, but more than anything, I was taken over by a kind of cosmic energy I'd never felt before.

Lemmy's influence ultimately led me to choose bass as my instrument when two mates and I decided to form a band in 1980. Two years later, I was lucky enough to see Motörhead at the very small Bracknell Sports Centre. I'd never experienced musical energy at that level before.....and I don't think I have since. I still cite it as my favourite gig ever.

To crown it all, I met Lemmy in the bar afterwards. I bought him a Southern Comfort, chatted to him and eventually asked him to sign my rocker-style, intentionally ripped jeans. He completely lived up to the legend I'd created in my mind when I was seven.

Sadly, the jeans didn't make it all the way through the First Half.....and, of course, neither did Lemmy.

But the legend lives on.

▶WATCH THE ORIGINAL THEMEJOHN BARRY · THE PERSUADERS · YOUTUBE

JOHN BARRY · THE PERSUADERS · 1971

The sound of intrigue and melancholy

I like to believe that I came into this world just as the golden era of TV theme tunes was unfolding.

The incredible, big budget orchestrations that underpinned the opening sequences of shows such as The High Chaparral, Thunderbirds, Black Beauty and Star Trek were arguably bigger than the shows themselves.....and it was often these theme tunes that I most looked forward to each weekend as a young boy.

But there was one that first captured and entrapped that sense of intrigue and melancholy in me. Looking back, it's also testament to the power of music to completely alter the complexion of something that might otherwise seem quite banal.

It was the theme from The Persuaders.

As an inquisitive songwriter in later years, I discovered that it was written by one of the compositional supremos of the era, John Barry.....also responsible for many of the great Bond scores and a whole raft of film and television music.

The Persuaders starred Tony Curtis and Roger Moore as an unlikely duo solving crimes and mysteries.....Curtis the rogue and rebel from New York, Moore the sophisticated English gentleman.

If ever I had a man crush, it was probably on Tony Curtis in this role.....rough diamond, sultry dark looks, leather jacket and the stunning Ferrari Dino. Being a ginger haired, freckly white boy not born into riches, at least two of those were destined to elude me. But the impact of Curtis lived on and, a few years later, my mum got me a leather jacket from Blackbushe Market one Christmas. Once I started wearing that, I felt I was a step closer to becoming a rebel.

I think there were two key elements that drew me so deeply into the music.

The first is a nerdy songwriting device called extended chords, where we add notes to basic chord triads that introduce varying degrees of dissonance. The sequence moves between Am / Am9 / Em / Em9, and it's those added 9ths against the minor chords that help create that extraordinary sense of intrigue and melancholy.

But the second, and most impactful element for me, was the exotic, mournful sound of the instrument playing the lead melody.....the cimbalom. It's a large concert hammered dulcimer from Eastern Europe, with metal strings stretched across a trapezoidal box and struck with handheld mallets.

What a haunting sound.

And that particular musical discovery never left me.

When I started working with Adam on The Final Quarter, the cimbalom was destined to become part of the album's sound world. You can hear it on “Water on Stone”, “Waiting On God” and “All Things Must Come To Pass”.

So a sound that first stopped me in my tracks as a young boy watching television eventually found its way onto a PATH record many decades later.

▶WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEOMADNESS · OUR HOUSE · YOUTUBE

MADNESS · OUR HOUSE · 1982

Our House

Pop music has always been the soundtrack to my day to day life. My parents ferried us around, got us up in the morning and chilled us out in the evening to the records that had formed the soundtrack of their younger lives together. My brother and sisters still experience the pangs of nostalgia when Abba, The Carpenters, The Beatles or Simon & Garfunkel drift out of the smart speakers in our own homes - powerful tractor beams back to simpler times. But this wasn’t my music when I was a boy - it was theirs. I wanted to find music that spoke to me.

I found it in a group of men in tight suits, sunglasses and the occasional fez, bouncing around on Top of The Pops. Our House was like a lightning bolt - It was visceral music that hummed with energy and menace in equal measure, yet was silly and cartoonish and effortlessly cool.

Madness were the first band that I saw that made me aware that music could be subversive and loaded with a kind of sauciness that made Grandma tut. I obviously didn’t think of in those terms when I saw them on the box in 1982 - I was just a six year old kid, bopping around in the back room at a volume that made my next door neighbours wish my mum had got a coil fitted. But they lit the touch paper for me and I will always love Madness for it.

▶WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEOPETER GABRIEL · IN YOUR EYES · YOUTUBE

PETER GABRIEL · IN YOUR EYES · 1986

In Your Eyes

As is probably now clear, I was a pretty precocious handful as a kid, but my musical taste was fairly safely tucked in accessible pop music. As much as my brother’s Bowie records intrigued me, I was drawn to the light, beautiful pop music dished up on the television in music video chunks - Wham! Duran Duran, Howard Jones, Madonna. The sugary punch of a killer chorus was my favourite treat, along with the bag of penny chews and blocky computer games that killed hours and brain cells. So when my brother brought me an album called So for my 10th birthday, I was initially pretty cautious. The sensible looking middle aged man on the front cover looked like he came from another place entirely - more like a teacher than a pop star. Well, in a way it turned out he was.

The album knocked me sideways. I’d never heard anything that sounded like it - that felt so deep and emotional, yet singable and polished. And alongside that incredible voice, the bass playing of Tony Levin made me feel something I’d not felt before. It was both simple and complex at once.

As much as Sledgehammer did it’s job on me, it was In Your Eyes that I returned to over and over again. It was a music galaxy I’d never been to before. I wanted to know everything about every musician that played on it - and was actually the gateway (again, through my musical brother) to the Police and the genius of Sting in particular. So is still an album I listen to from start to finish. It still has the power to make me move, cry or sit grinning with a daft look on my face.

I was given the opportunity to go and see Peter Gabriel perform So about ten years ago now, gifted to me by my good friend and incredible musician Luke Juby. We sat in awed silence in Wembley, scarcely able to take it in. Eventually Luke leant over and said, “Mate. This is music in 4D”. The perfect review.

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INSPIRATION / BOOKS

The PATH Library

Books that have stayed with us.....and the worlds they opened up.

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THE PATH LIBRARY / TIM

Steppenwolf

Hermann Hesse · 1927

Steppenwolf published edition cover

In 1987, while touring France with my band, we found ourselves staying at the holiday home of British artist Tess Barnes in Sigoulès, a sleepy little village in the Dordogne.....at least it was sleepy until we arrived.

It was there, with days to kill between gigs, that I came across a copy of Hermann Hesse's Steppenwolf.

I found myself drawn into the world of Harry Haller, a man who seemed to embody two opposing sides of the human condition.....on the one hand, a passionate lover of life, and on the other, a depressive who felt strangely out of place in the world.

The mysterious, flashing lights of the Magic Theatre door beckoned me into the story. Once inside, I couldn't put the book down.

TIM

FURTHER READINGRead the Steppenwolf review ↗Hari · English Language & Literature · University College Oxford
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Film & Television

Films, series and soundtracks that have stayed with us.

THE ART THAT INSPIRES US

Sigoules in Winter

Tess Barnes ..... An unexpected gift and a journey back to 1987

Sigoules in Winter · Tess Barnes SELECT THE PAINTING TO ENLARGE ↗

Nearly twenty years on from our French adventure of 1987, I found myself caught in a wave of nostalgia and decided to look up the artist Tess Barnes on the relatively new phenomenon that was the internet.

To my amazement, the search revealed a collection of beautiful paintings by Tess, and one in particular stirred something deep inside me.

It was a painting of the very gardens overlooked by the house we'd rented from Tess in Sigoulès back in 1987. The painting was being exhibited at a gallery in London, but unfortunately the price tag was rather beyond my budget.

So I did the next best thing ..... I took a photograph of the painting, printed off a small copy and put it in a frame in our living room.

Several years later, my 40th birthday came around.

Somehow, my wife Renata managed to organise a surprise party without my suspecting a thing. On the Sunday of my birthday, I found myself driving up the A31 towards the Farnham House Hotel, under the impression that we were attending a gathering of new parents ..... not an unusual occurrence given the recent arrival of our daughter Amelia.

Instead, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, I walked into a reception room to be greeted by a roomful of cheering friends and family.

I'd been well and truly set up!

Had I known about the party in advance, I'd probably have dreaded it. But, of course, I ended up having an amazing time.

The absolute highlight, though, came when Renata presented me with my birthday gift.

It was the original painting ..... the very one I'd photographed and printed from the internet all those years earlier.

Without my knowing, Renata had somehow managed to track Tess down to somewhere in North London and had driven up to meet her, determined to make the painting my 40th birthday present.

And she'd succeeded ..... returning not only with the painting, but also with a bottle of wine produced in Sigoulès, which Tess had kindly sent as a birthday gift.

I actually cried in front of everyone.

It was an overwhelming moment. The painting was stunning, its rich colours and extraordinary palette knifed textures bringing that winter village, and so many powerful memories, vividly back to life.

The painting has hung above the fireplace in our living room ever since.

TIM

Sigoules in Winter by Tess Barnes, shown with its complete frame

Sigoules in Winter · Tess Barnes

THE PEOPLE ALONG THE WAY

People

Collaborators, friends and characters whose paths have crossed ours.

Conversations & Connections

Stories and introductions coming soon.

THE PATH SCRAPBOOK

The PATH Scrapbook

Places, pleasures, discoveries and little things that make life better.

A collection of places, experiences and small discoveries that have enriched our lives.....and that we thought might be worth sharing.

01 / PLACES / TIMSigoulès, FranceSix months that changed everything ..... 1987OPEN THE MEMORY ↗02 / RECIPES / TIMThai Green CurrySweet, hot and fragrant ..... a family favouriteOPEN THE RECIPE ↗03 / PLACES / TIMHadrian’s WayOn two wheels ..... coast to coast, 2023OPEN THE ADVENTURE ↗

THE PATH SCRAPBOOK / TIM

Sigoulès, France

Six months that changed everything ..... 1987

In 1987, a group of us did something that, looking back, seems wonderfully reckless. We gave up our jobs in Britain, packed our instruments and headed to France, determined to make a living playing music in bars and clubs.

For six extraordinary months, the little Dordogne village of Sigoulès became our home. We lived together in cheap accommodation, travelled around playing gigs and somehow found ourselves caught up in a succession of adventures that still seem almost unbelievable nearly forty years later.

It was a time of freedom, friendship, laughter and discovery.....one of those rare periods in life when almost anything seemed possible.

But it was also a time that ended in unimaginable sadness. In the winter of 1987, our guitarist and dear friend Lloyd Newman lost his life in a tragic accident.

I look back on those months with a mixture of immense affection and sadness. They were among the happiest and most difficult of my life, and played an enormous part in the person I became.

Sigoulès will always hold a very special place in my heart.

TIM

THE PATH SCRAPBOOK / TIM

Thai Green Curry

Sweet, hot and fragrant ..... a family favourite

We all love a Thai green curry in our family. It's such a unique dish ..... sweet, hot and wonderfully fragrant.

Many years ago, while searching for somewhere special to take my wife for our anniversary, I discovered a lovely little family run Thai restaurant in the Yellow Pages (yes, it really was that long ago!).

The River Kwai certainly delivered on the green curry front, not to mention their exquisite Thai squid salad.

For years, whenever we made our own green curry at home, we'd take the easy route and reach for a jar of shop-bought curry paste. Then, some years later, I came across Jo Pratt's recipe and decided to have a go at making the paste from scratch.

We've never looked back.

Admittedly, knocking up the paste is a fair bit of work, but it's worth every minute. I wouldn't dream of buying a jar again!

TIM'S TOP TIPS

Make it a meal: I like adding green beans and halved baby potatoes for a more substantial, satisfying curry.

Don't skip the homemade paste: For me, it's the heart of the dish. You may as well forget the whole thing if you're going to use a jar!

Double up: Make twice as much paste and freeze some for another day.

Delegate the rice: Find someone who's good at cooking rice to take care of that part ..... I'm not! :)

TIM

THE PATH SCRAPBOOK / TIM

Hadrian’s Way ..... On Two Wheels

Ravenglass to Tynemouth ..... three days of cycling, friendship and fresh air

There is no doubt that I am most at peace with the world, most alive and most charged with positive energy when I'm out on my bike, whether that's across the ranges or somewhere in the countryside.

I'm very comfortable with my own company when cycling. It's the perfect opportunity for contemplation and reflection, and there's something incredibly potent about the combination of nature, fresh air and physical exertion.

However, I love it even more when I head off for a two or three day adventure with friends.

Every summer, I organise a cycling trip with my brother Simon and various friends. The formula is wonderfully simple ..... spend the day cycling through somewhere beautiful, followed by beer, banter and, more often than not, a curry in the evening.

Three friends at the end of their coast-to-coast cycling adventure near Tynemouth
THE THREE OF US ..... TYNEMOUTH, 2023

THE JOURNEY / WEST TO EAST

Vintage illustrated map depicting a coast-to-coast journey from Ravenglass to Tynemouth

An illustrated interpretation of our journey ..... not a precise GPS route. View the original route map ↗

Our 2023 adventure took us to Hadrian's Way, a coast to coast route beginning in Ravenglass, West Cumbria, and finishing in Tynemouth on the North East coast.

Joining my brother and me was my gym buddy Andrew, and over three days we experienced some of the most spectacular scenery the UK has to offer. From the beautiful north west coast, up towards Carlisle and then across the undulating countryside towards Tynemouth, it was a challenging ride, but one that has become etched in our memories as a very special few days.

The highlight for me, however, was meeting a talking sheep.

Don't believe me? Check out the video!

Well worth a visit!

TIM

THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE TRIP

The Talking Sheep

ANOTHER LITTLE DISCOVERY

Oyster Cracking Gull

PATH

About

PATH is the meeting point of two creative lives that have run in parallel for over three decades.

Tim Hawes and Adam Pain first crossed paths more than 30 years ago, moving through interconnected musical circles, always aware that a collaboration felt inevitable.....yet never quite finding the moment to begin. That moment finally arrived in the summer of 2022.

What began as an open-ended studio session, with no clear direction or expectation, quickly revealed something deeper. Hawes.....after a long career writing for other artists.....brought with him a collection of songs originally intended for an imaginary project he had never fully believed he could realise. Among them was Blue Smoke, a stark acoustic meditation on dependency that would become a cornerstone for what followed.

With Pain’s encouragement and instinct for visual and sonic atmosphere, those early ideas began to take shape. What emerged was PATH: not a reinvention, but a return.....to honesty, to authorship, and to the kind of music that reflects lived experience rather than chasing relevance.

Their debut album The Final Quarter is exactly that: a record shaped by time. It captures two artists standing at a threshold, reflecting on the distance travelled while contemplating the journey still ahead. The songs move through themes of departure, memory, regret, acceptance and renewal, delivered with clarity rather than nostalgia.

The lead single Ashtray confronts the quiet devastation of walking away from a long-term relationship, while the title track The Final Quarter expands outward, using a seafaring metaphor to explore life’s closing chapters with both apprehension and resolve.

Sonically, PATH draw from a wide and distinctive palette. Acoustic foundations are layered with orchestration, ambient electric guitars, Mellotron textures and melodic bass lines, alongside the unexpected presence of cimbalom.....an instrument that left a lasting impression on Hawes after hearing the work of John Barry in his youth.

For Hawes, PATH represents a deeply personal shift.....from writing for others to finally stepping into his own voice. For Pain, it marks a reconnection with music after years focused on visual storytelling.

PATH is not concerned with trends or performance. The Final Quarter is an album intended to be lived with.....music for listeners who still believe in the value of complete works, and in songs that reveal more over time.

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