Patrick Watson | Club Dada This is the biography of Patrick Watson
(based on things he told me.) Once there was a boy named Patrick
Watson who was born on a military base in the Mojave Desert. His
father rode around in planes carrying bombs, waiting for a command to
drop them that never came. He was the baby in a family of five, which
would include a future figure skater, an engineer and an air force
pilot, but he was seven years younger than his next older sibling. The
trouble with being born this late into a family is that they have all
already gone mad, and are engaged in domestic dramas, chasing each
other around with knives. He was left to make too many assumptions
about love and life on his own, and he still has the philosophy of a
wise beyond their years wide-eyed child. The family moved to Hudson,
Quebec when Patrick was four. He was asked by an old gentleman by the
name of Frank Cobatt to sing in the church choir, perhaps they met in
the cough drop section of the local grocery store. Patrick sang in the
church and his little boy’s pretty, melancholic voice broke
everyone’s heart. The choir director then had him sing at the foot
of a grave at a funeral. Because there is something in his voice that
captures all the lovely things in life we can only hold onto
temporarily and how their transience is what makes them wonderful.
Patrick started playing piano as a child. The piano used to belong to
a boy named Gordon, and he would appear as a ghost and teach Patrick
how to play in the middle of the night. Even if Patrick played at
three in the morning, his mother never interrupted these vital
lessons. He showed me the photo of Gordon who looked, more or less,
like a terrifying psychopath with tuberculosis who probably slit his
whole family’s throats while they were sleeping. But I did not say
so. Patrick says he became a singer by accident. He thought he would
compose scores for others to play, which seems like an odd thing to
say because he is so clearly sprinkled with that special something
that causes a person to be transfixing on stage. And it’s now hard
to imagine Montreal without the soundtrack of his songs.
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