At the urging of a new friend, I volunteered to attend and cover the Patrick Watson show at 9:30 Club. I previewed the band and wasn't sure what to think. Before the show, the anticipation was what I'd expect from the hours before an Internet blind date: I madly stalked the band online, shit-talked about how I had no interest in going to all my friends, and downed a few vodka sodas. All in my jorts. And, like most blind dates, the show ended up having its lows (near seizure-inducing lights) and highs (an acoustic audience sing-along). Afterwards we overstayed our welcome and met Patrick himself, and I attempted to bond over our shared Canadian roots.
Photo by: Kara Capelli, courtesy Brightest Young Things