Patrick Dorie

Patrick Dorie

 Omemee, Ontario, CAN
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

At the CCMAs in Saskatoon he was dubbed the Canadian Bob Dylan. Pretty tall order, but he follows it well. Although he's still young, his music is beyond his years, and he perfectly blends his charm and wit with his hopeless romanticism, both through his guitar, and his lyrics.

Biography

The epigram on Patrick Dorie's Twitter account reads: A bio is best written by those who know and understand you. I hope that person never writes my bio. A typically self-effacing gesture from someone who most people are fond of within minutes of meeting him. Like many artists, Patrick is very shy off-stage. Especially when hes talking to girls. Hes super scared of girls. When he sings, though, his words take on a magical clarity of confidence, tone, and expression. Dorie has a captivating, distinctive voice. His songs are intricate and painstakingly constructed, and laced with a sly, sardonic wit that recalls the work of his musical heroes: Bob Dylan, The Band, Neil Young and M. Ward.
I grew up with Bob Dylan, says Patrick. I've always been surrounded by music. At Dorie Christmas parties, my uncle Ken would bring his guitar and everyone would play Tom Petty and Bob Dylan songs, three-chord music. A few years later, I set up a record player in the garage, and my dad gave me a copy of Blood on the Tracks. It's what made me want to become a singer/songwriter. Whenever I feel down on music, I put that record on and it reminds me why I do this.
Dorie grew up in a detached house at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac in Whitby, Ontario, a cookie-cutter bedroom community sandwiched between Toronto and the scraggly industrial city of Oshawa, where Dorie works and spends most of his time. His first experience as a performer was as a teenager, playing guitar in a blues-rock band called Nice Guy and the Jerks. I thought I had the blues back then, he says. Turns out I was just a teenager.
Though he credits his uncle with sparking his love of the guitar, it was the intervention of another artist years later that made him decide to take music more seriously. In 2005, Dorie began performing off-and-on at a weekly open-mic night at the Griffin Pub in Whitby. The open mic was run by Brad and Marylynne Stella, a husband-and-wife band better known to modern country fans as The Stellas and as the parents of musical wunderkinds Lennon and Maisy, who have earned a massive international following playing Maddie and Daphne on ABCs Nashville.
Brad pushed me all the time to come out and play more, says Dorie. They taught how to perform for other people, and how to be social...I grew up mostly inside my own head. The Stellas brought me out of my shell.
Over the next few years, Dorie slowly but surely built a catalogue of songs. He estimates that he writes and rejects about ten songs for each one he keeps. You go through phases, he says. I go through long lulls where I don't write anything, then suddenly I'll hit songwriter mode. It's never planned out, like 'I'm gonna write a song today.' It just happens. The songs that I sit down and plan to write are the ones I don't keep.
By 2011, Dorie had penned an album's worth of songs, and began to work on his debut release, Goodbye Expectations. With help from Brad Stella, he recorded the bulk of the instrumentals at a music school/studio/community hub in Whitby called The Music Scene, and in a small studio in Brooklyn, Ontario. By this point, The Stellas were based in Nashville, where they now reside. Brad brought Patrick down to Nashville for a week to record vocals and to mix the album. We were so busy I really didn't get to see much of Nashville, says Dorie. He only managed to take me out drinking the one night.
Up until this point, Dorie had performed exclusively as a solo acoustic artist, but as the CD release party for Goodbye Expectations approached, it became clear that he would have to assemble a backing band. Fortunately, he had already made friends with a number of talented musicians who were part of The Music Scene scene, including drummer Dan Brooks, guitarist Brendan Lawless and horn-player/multi-instrumentalist Tim Watson, who have since become Dorie's full-time collaborators, The Honest Thieves.
Since releasing Goodbye Expectations in February of 2012, Dorie has written a collection of new songs that will likely feature on his sophomore record. With The Honest Thieves' influence and support, his sound has slowly evolved from its stripped-down folk roots into a fascinating hybrid of country, psychedelic rock, neo-folk and traditional singer/songwriter forms. Dorie plans to tour extensively throughout 2013, bringing his music to audiences across Canada and the United States. Wherever he goes, both Patrick and his tunes can expect a warm reception. Despite the title of his debut record, expectations are very high indeed.

Lyrics

Sleep Where Dead Dogs Lie

Written By: Patrick Dorie

Travel wherever my fortune takes me,
Hop on the bus to the inner city,
Float off the steps like a trainwreck,
Zip up my coat so I don't catch my death
Step into the prestigious Diana's Diner
For a coffee and a tuna melt
Try and catch my breath
Shit man, you look like the walking dead
All my life I was told to try
Sleep where the dead dogs lie but me I'm not that kind of guy
I'll never bite the apple of my eye.

I've got the wind at my back,
My hair is in my face,
Sometimes I feel it's best,
I can't see this place.
They'll smell the fear on you,
Like a cheap perfume,
And their distant words will tear you apart
every time you enter the room

All my life I was told to try
walk where the angels fly
Me I'd sooner lay down and die
Than bite the apple of my eye

There's a neon sign upon the wall that says please come on in,
So I act as if I have nothin to lose
but I found so many memories of you
Medical science there is nothing it can't do
except make me fall out of love with you
They can give me prescription pills for this
you can look me in the eyes and heal me with a kiss
All my life I was told to try
Laugh where the children cry
but me i'll lose more sleep tonight
Over the apple of my eye.

I'll kneel at your favorite part of my bed
resiting the rosary
I'm not even sure of what it means
was told it would save me
If I had faith then I would believe in you
We'd repair each other in this damaged silence
But I'm filling the empty spaces of my room
With provocative visions of me in you

All my life I was told to try
Sleep where the dead dogs lie
But me I'm not that kind of guy
I'll never bite the apple of my eye.

I focus on the winter breeze
as it mingles with the naked trees
Battles with the last of the battered leaves
As they hold on to their God damn lives
Inspires me to fight the fight
And bite the apple of my eye
So remove the bandages, help me see
All happy endings begin with you and me

Discography

Goodbye Expectations - February 2012

Set List

Tough Love
Spider and the Lie
Sleep Where Dead Dogs Lie
Hope in High Places
Beware Of Dawn
Cheap Motel Lights
Margaret
LevelHeaded Lullaby
Goodbye Expectations (stomp song)
Lie in Bed till it Hurts
California Sun