Patrick Watson

Daytrotter Session - Nov 16, 2012

Patrick Watson – Daytrotter Session – Nov 16, 2012
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  1. Welcome to Daytrotter
  2. Quiet Crowd
  3. Adventures In Your Own Backyard
  4. Noisy Sunday
  5. Into Giants

If there’s was some kind of wooded backyard to look at right now, I’d hope for a hawk. The feathered beast could just perch somewhere out there, like a weathervane, hanging around, cocking its head sideways and askew-like, with fluid movement, every time it thought that it heard something tasty. With no movement would the creature make a sound. It would be silent, with its beady, resolute eyes seeming rested and crystalline. While looking like a beautiful totem, a spectacular trophy or a majestic bird, the hawk is actually raging inside with a bloodthirstiness, an ingrained thunder for sinking its beak into some red, still hot meat. It’s all quite pretty in a lot of ways.

Patrick Watson, the spectacular singer and songwriter from Montreal, Canada, encourages us to imagine this hawk, with its latent thoughts and dreams shifting around in its skull, sitting there in our backyard, watching us, staring at us, as if we were the entertainment in its backyard and not the other way around. His achingly beautiful writing can make you feel vulnerable that way and yet, somehow it might feel nice to know that someone, or something, is that interested in your goings on, is literally watching you with fascination, even if the reasons are not healthy.

Watson is without a peer and the words and music of “Quiet Crowd,” off of his latest album, “Adventures In Your Own Backyard,” are evidence, as he sings:

“Would you rather be more than the things that you say
Or just be the words that you sing to yourself in your head
When nobody’s around
Or would you rather be a part of the crowd or just a single sound
Waiting to be heard
Do you know what I mean
Well you could be one of the lovers or liars
Hiding all the things that they do on the back of their hands
Well it’s just you and me
‘Cause everybody’s got a little wrong in all the right places
Just depends on where you are
While you’re hanging around
Dear Mr. Quiet who’s got so much to say
So much more than all of the sleeping parade
If I could tie up a string to your mouths and make you scream
All of the things that you keep to your self
I’d love to get to know you better
Dear Mr. Quiet I’d love to get to know you better
When nobody’s around
While we’re all staring at the end of the world
Will everybody have their hands on their head while they say
Well I told you so
While everybody’s walking their own way through the quiet crowd
All thinking the same old things
If they only knew.”