Chrysalid: Musicians for Katrina Relief CD is a project organized by coalition of international musicians using their art to raise funds in support of the victims of hurricane Katrina.
Lowell, Massachusetts, USA
Born in the summer of 1959 and raised in Bedford Mass, Hink spent most of his youth between his home in Bedford and his family's “camp”, a cabin on a lake in the Bar Harbor region of Maine. It was there he got his first guitar on his 12th birthday. The camp was quite rustic and in a beautiful location, though they had electricity, they had no phone or plumbing, It helped me develop an appreciation of the simple things in life.
After graduating high school he enlisted in the military. Upon his return in the 80s, he started playing in various line-ups of his own band. By the 90s Hink was bitten by the digital bug and poured all his creativity into his ever-growing home studio. Eventually he went into music retail for a period working for a couple large chain stores and one local store.
He does everything himself and enjoys the freedom of recording and producing in his humble home studio. He has an adult a son, a 10-year-old daughter, a 2-year-old granddaughter, an 8-year-old step-granddaughter and another a grandchild due in Spring 2006.
"This song is a pleasure to share, it was written from a poem my father, Kenneth Hinckley wrote in 1941 when he was just 20 years old. My father is a unique, giving, salt of the earth man for whom I have so much respect. He worked as an engineer and manager with Raytheon for over 40 years. I have yet to meet the person that knows my father that doesn't say he is one of the greatest men they knew. We have shared so much and been so close over the years (with many fond childhood memories of Maine) it was an honor to put his poem to music after being given to me by my mother Eunice Hinckley for Father’s Day this year."
"The one thing we never could share until then was my music. I hope it brings as much joy to others as it has to us, enjoy."
Did you ever hear the whisper
Of snow falling in the sea
When the winds are calm
And the waves are still
The mem'ry of it brings a thrill
I’ll hear it again – I know I will
And there I’ll live and there I’ll die
There where the hawks and seagulls fly
I’ll hear it again – I know I will
In the years that are to be
For some fine day I’ll be returning
To end the hours of endless yearning
For my home close by the sea
The mem’ry of it brings a thrill
I’ll hear it again – I know I will
And there I’ll live and there I’ll die
There where the hawks and seagulls fly
There where the hawks and seagulls fly
There where she waits for me
Sleeping her sleep beside the sea
I can never wake her – that is true
But I can start my sleeping too
The mem’ry of it brings a thrill
I’ll hear it again – I know I will
And there I’ll live and there I’ll die
There where the hawks and seagulls fly
The Poem
Did you ever hear the whisper
Of snow falling in the sea
When the winds are calm
And the waves are still
The mem’ry of it brings a thrill
I’ll hear it again--I know I will
In the years that are to be
For some fine day I’ll be returning
To end the hours of endless yearning
For my home close by the sea
And there I’ll live and there I’ll die
There where the hawks and seagulls fly
There where she waits for me
Sleeping her sleep beside the sea
I can never wake her--that is true
But I can start my sleeping too