“My sons are 10 and 14 now… so really, I don’t think they really give a fuck about what mom is singing about.”
The audience around Martha Wainwright at Ursa erupts into laughter, and as they do, there’s a palpable sense that she has them in the palm of her hand.
In the span of just twenty minutes, she reveals anecdotes of her personal life that ranges from becoming a mother to getting divorced, and finally, to falling in love again in her 40s.
“Falling in love again when you’re older is just…” she says, trailing off into a long pause before simply stating, “better.”
More laughter.
That uncanny ability to stand before a crowd and speak so openly, so genuinely about how she felt and how they reacted to it is the kinds of undeniable presence this Montreal singer and songwriter can have in a room.
There was a tangible, artistic fervor that could be felt across Montreal, with poetry and music that was fringy and edgy, with artists like Patrick Watson, Heather O’Neill, and Catherine Kidd leading the way.
FROM NEW YORK WITH LOVE
Born in New York City in the mid-1970’s to renowned folk musicians Kate McGarrigle and Loudon Wainwright III, life led Martha to Montreal early on where she, alongside her mother and brother Rufus Wainwright, immersed herself in the rich cultural and creative scenes in the city.
“I went back and forth between Montreal and New York so many times that it was hard to know which one was home. But there was always something about Montreal that just felt different, though at a younger age it was hard to pinpoint what exactly,” Martha explains.
“I had a bit of a wild youth in the late 90's,” she says, laughing. “I’d play shows as a 17- and 18-year old, joints like Sarajevo and Jailhouse Rock.”
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