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Artist History
Patrick Reeve Boyd was born into a staunch yet raucous Mormon household of five brothers and one sister in Cleveland, Ohio. In fifth grade he was firmly prodded into playing the clarinet, which he continued to more and then more upon his own free will, up through his senior year in high school concert and marching bands. The sounds and scenes that the clarinet allowed him entrance to were far more meaningful and fascinating to him than the actual sounds he was blowing out of that used clarinet.
At Sandor’s Cookies & More where he worked after school, a curly haired mulatto girl, child of hippies, who worked on occasion with him, perchance brought in a Bob Dylan cassette and played it on the store’s cookie dough-incrusted tape player. Pat was washing trays in the steel industrial sink when, for the first time he heard, “Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen…” By Dylan’s seduction to the condemnation wail of his last refrain “Aaaw but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, bury the rag deep in your face, for now’s the time for your tears” Pat stood silently entranced, and forever changed.
Other wildly influential high school era experiences:
Many a Boy Scout camping trip on which many a touched nature poem were read and many an acoustic guitar heard
High School singing, acting, dance, movement, theatre troupe (wha?) called Ensemble; introduced to work of William Carlos Williams, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waites, Pilobolus, Nietzsche, Goethe, Fosse, Rothke
Anger and rebellion surged and purged to guitar crashes of Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains
At the overtly wholesome Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah he majored in marketing as his parents wouldn’t sponsor a degree in the arts. He surreptitiously took non-major courses such as Songwriting. In his Songwriting class showcase performance, amid a fury of poetic bravado – the song was about trying not to masturbate – he left those Christian-pop-ballad-listenin’ Mormons’ mouths agape, and began a new class rule requiring songs be screened before their performance is allowed.
More church-related incidents lead to his probation from BYU, similar to Julie on MTV’s The Real World-New Orleans.
Writing and learning songs continued on, playing them at Salt Lake City open mics and clubs such as the Dead Goat Saloon, opening for local synth-pop bands and Pearl Jam-itators, dressing up as a club kid and barreling out to SLC “private clubs” and desert raves, which fueled the use of more techno in his demos, meeting SLC DJs, through which he met his first real live A&R assistant at a Sundance film festival party, who said, “Listen - everything’s in either New York or LA.” Patrick moved to New York City in May 2000.
Patrick can be seen at the time being, singing his heart out over techno tracks and to acoustic guitar at NYC bars such as the Baggot Inn and Esqualita, and playing open mics at places such as the Sidewalk Cafe, the Raven and Postcrypt Cafe, all the while pushing for all the splendid and sordid heights of stardom!
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