It might have been a vanishingly small pond, but Pat was a big fish. To put it into context, I first heard about Johnny Hobo one or two years before the release of AJJ’s sophomore album People Who Can Eat People Are the Luckiest People In the World, which I would personally describe as the beginning of the breakthrough for both that band and the genre/scene as a whole. (Don’t worry, I’ve since repented my many sins.) Though it would still be several years before folk-punk’s popularity really reached fever pitch, Pat was already something of a “big name” (relatively speaking) within the field due to his work with Johnny Hobo & the Freight Trains, a semi-solo-project/semi-musical-collective that he started writing music for at the age of thirteen. I’ll save a deep-dive on that genre as a whole and its legacy for September’s Patreon post, but suffice to say that I was really obsessed with the genre around this time I’m gonna put it all on the line and reveal that I might have been the biggest Ghost Mice fan in the American Southwest.
I started getting really into folk-punk around 20. (Last I heard- which is only what I’ve heard from the Hotelier’s Christian Holden- is that Pat answers phones at a Buddhist temple and is doing well, but I can’t 100% verify that, and I sure don’t think Pat would want me to try.) The constructed idea of Pat the Bunny has always presented something of a paradox- ruthlessly DIY, always uncomfortably honest in his lyrics, and extraordinarily humble and approachable, but at the same time many of the major details of his life before and, really, even during his musical career are kept private as can be (which, for the record, I deeply respect), he rarely gave interviews, and as of today his whereabout are mostly unknown. I also lack the ability to painstakingly paint the details of Pat’s career for you since, well, those details are often pretty hard to come by and pretty much everyone already knows the major beats of the musical endeavors listed on his Wikipedia page.
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So here’s the thing about writing about Pat the Bunny: I’m not really sure how to do it without this piece becoming willfully autobiographical and self-indulgent, in that way that always makes it hard for me to reread my own shit because even a month later it already comes off as gauche.
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