Karaoke king, passionate chef and bar tender, musician, pop culture whiz, court jester, geek, baby tamer, passionate orator at any time on any subject, an ability to sleep through an earthquake, all with a racous and infectious laugh....
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Leave a tributeMelanie
"Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive
but to be young was very heaven!"
- william wordsworth
Greg Brown, President
Paddy and Dunny FitzGerald (and Family)
Your passing leaves a space that cannot be filled, Patrick.
Halifax did well to defer their fireworks onto Patrick’s day. Tomorrow will be perfect.
Goodbye Patrick.
Here's a swallow to the only man in the room bigger than me, even though you're a half a foot shorter. Love you, buddy.
Patrick was one of those people who make your sense of the world better just by your knowing they're in it.
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.....
John Masefield
I am lucky and grateful to have known Patrick.
I'm an instant star. Just add water and stir.
David Bowie
Oscar Wilde, 1882
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The Fire Station Incident
Patrick Roscoe!
I remember you—we met when you were nine years old. You were in a class with Belinda Smith and Jane Fairhurst, Chrissy Mitchell and Ben O’Hallaron, Joseph Glube and Lon Holland—but of all these you were the most mercurial and lively.
A few years later I returned to the Grammar School, an apprentice drug-dealer, selling joints for two dollars, three for five—it was a Halloween dance and you came dressed in drag—a bold choice for a twelve year-old—you approached me on the stairs to the AV Room and, leaning off your back foot, head tilted sideways, you said, “For two dollars I’ll throw up on your face.” “For two dollars, you’ll—wait, what?” You shook your head at my confusion and moved on to your next audience.
My drug dealer friends did not understand your Python-y performance art, but I admired it, though I was a little scared for you, and many, many years later when we met again inToronto, and I reminded you of this long-ago incident, you blushed and bought me a drink.
You were acerbic, always, unpredictably erudite, and though you challenged my notions about things, you always showed me that you thought what I was doing was worthwhile. I thank you for that. And when next we meet, please allow me to buy the drinks.
Gold Disk
I worked with Patrick in the 1990's at a company called "Gold Disk".
He was designing breakthrough multi-media (audio, video) software for the Amiga personal computer. He sarcastically debased my love of heavy metal music (at that time), and yet proceeded to "digitally sample" a few cut riffs from a "Cinderella" CD for use in one of the demo's he was preparing. He belatedly admitted there was some small amount of usefulness for that musical genre.
:-)
He and I had wonderful verbal jousts, and he was outstanding at the one liner. I still have emails from back in the 90's when the internet was just being created that I went through today and found so many funny moments.
He signed his emails "- Paty "El Rodente" Roscoe" for reasons I will never understand...