Scott, Clint, Dave and Bob--the Moffatts. They're brothers, friends, and talented musicians. Hailing from Victoria, British Columbia, these four cuties (three of them are triplets!) sing pop music for a new generation. It's a toe-tapping, pop-rock combo that'll knock you off your feet--and keep you wanting more. Find out all about these young hotties--from their favorite bands to their personal goals; what kind of girls catch their eyes to what kind of food makes their mouths water...and everything in between!
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Anna Louise Golden is the author of several celebrity biographies, including The Moffatts, 5ive, 'N Sync, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Brandy.
Anna Louise Golden is the author of several celebrity biographies, including 5ive, 'N Sync, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Brandy.
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By Anna Louise Golden
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 1999 Anna Louise Golden
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The town of Whitehorse, in Canada's Yukon Territory, isn't really near anywhere. If you look at a map, it sits above British Columbia, just next to Alaska, covering a vast amount of ground, stretching north past the Arctic Circle, all the way to the Beaufort Sea. Not exactly the warmest place in the world!
The closest city to Whitehorse is Juneau, Alaska, some two hundred and fifty miles south, two borders and another country away, and for much of the year, not an easy drive. For all its isolation, though, Whitehorse has some advantages. The air is clean, pristine. It's a place where people are used to being self-sufficient, in great part because they have to be, making their own entertainment, becoming friends. It had played an important part in the 1890s Gold Rush, back when paddle-wheel steamers went by the city on the Yukon River, and the air was full of the smell of sourdough bread — one of the food staples for the hopeful gold miners. Back then, with people panning for the yellow metal in the Klondike, it had been a major city.
All that was history, however, and now Whitehorse is another Canadian city. It hadn't stopped living in the 1890s, though — it is every bit as modern as anywhere else, with up-to-date businesses, malls, everything you'd find anywhere else. Maybe, because it remained on the frontier, it is a little less stuffy than most cities. And let's face it, it's hard to be stuffy when you spend most of the year bundled up to keep warm (the average springtime daily temperature is well below freezing).
Whitehorse was where Frank and Darlana Moffatt were living in 1983. There was a world of difference between Whitehorse and Vancouver, British Columbia, where they'd both grown up, met, and married. Vancouver could get chilly, but never the way the Yukon did. Being on the water meant that Vancouver generally enjoyed a fairly mild climate, even when the snow sometimes fell in winter. If you wanted to ski, there was always the resort of Whistler, not too far away. Vancouver was cosmopolitan, one of Canada's business centers, and its Pacific Rim city. It was constantly growing, the high-rise apartment buildings going up, houses stretching east and south from the city into communities like Surrey and Richmond.
But you went where the work was, and Whitehorse was where Frank was working. He was twenty-eight years old then. Since he was a teenager he'd sung, on and off, with bands. He loved music, and like so many of his generation, he'd essentially grown up with people like the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, listening to the radio and hearing the hits from Motown and all the other pop music of the time. It was in his blood.
Darlana, too, was a singer, but her leanings were more toward jazz. In fact, in 1978 she'd been named Top Canadian Jazz Vocalist, a great achievement for someone barely in her twenties. But jazz wasn't her only love; she'd developed a real affection for country music, too. That was back when country was still really country, before it exploded out of Nashville and all across America in the late Eighties, and all the baby boomers who'd become turned off by the way rock had changed all took to country. It was before the phenomenon known as Garth Brooks had made country massive, before Shania Twain (another Canadian) became only the third woman (after Whitney and Mariah) to have two albums go diamond — each sell more than ten million copies. So back then Darlana Moffatt was still in a minority, liking country before country was cool, as the song went.
Whitehorse wasn't the place where either of them would be by choice, but work was work, and Frank was making decent money there, which was just as well, because as 1983 began, Darlana was heavily pregnant with their first child, which meant another mouth to feed and even more expenses. It wasn't cheap to live in Whitehorse, since almost everything had to be brought in, but it was still cheaper than Vancouver, one of Canada's most expensive cities.
And it was in Whitehorse that Scott Andrew Moffatt was born, on March 30, 1983. He was everything Frank and Darlana had hoped he would be, a healthy baby boy who seemed to resemble both his father and his mother at the same time.
Becoming parents was a joy, but it also raised questions for Frank and Darlana. Whitehorse really wasn't the place where they wanted to stay and raise their son, plus the other children they hoped would follow in good time. A town where it was well below freezing for a good part of the year simply wasn't that child-friendly. They wanted Scott to be able to get outside and play, to be exposed to the kind of things they'd been exposed to. And that simply wasn't going to happen anywhere in the Yukon. Unless he was going to work in the oil business or start a whole new gold rush, there wasn't the kind of future here that they wanted for their son. That meant they'd have to move, and the obvious place was back to the West Coast, where they'd started.
After a lot of discussion, they decided that was the only course. But not to Vancouver, wonderful as the city was. They'd go a little further west, just off the coast, to Vancouver Island, and settle in the capital of British Columbia, Victoria. It was a little cheaper, there were jobs there, and it was still only a short ferry ride from the big city of Vancouver and their parents.
Apart from being the provincial capital, Victoria was also a big tourist magnet. Ferries arrived from Vancouver and Seattle every day, and seaplanes landed in the harbor, all bringing tourists. The place was very English (it had a reputation at the time of being more English than England), well-kept, and looked a lot older than it was. The city's grand hotel, the Empress, kept up the grand British tradition of afternoon tea — sandwiches with the crusts removed, a selection of cakes, and tea — served every day at four P.M., something that attracted a lot of outsiders just for the novelty, especially since the British hadn't really indulged in proper afternoon tea for more than half a century. It was the idea that was important.
Apart from the Empress and the lovely, formal government buildings, Vancouver Island boasted one other big tourist attraction — Butchart Gardens, located a few miles out of town. Every spring and summer it became a massive display of flowers and plants that drew gardening fans from all over the world. So, all in all, it wasn't a bad place for the Moffatts to start a new life with their son. Actually, by the time they moved there, they knew it would soon be children, as they discovered Darlana was going to have another baby in March of 1984.
They knew there was another one on the way, and they were overjoyed by that — a brother or sister just a year younger than Scott would work out really well. But when Darlana went to see the doctor for an examination, she received the shock of her life. After examining her and taking an ultrasound, he told her that she wasn't going to be having just one baby, but three! The odds against anyone having triplets were so high that Frank and Darlana had never even considered it. Even the chances of having twins were only one in fifty-seven — still not exactly likely. So it was good news, since each of the fetuses seemed healthy, but still something to make them sit up and think. They'd been anticipating one more child, and now they were going to be faced with three! That meant a lot more diapers, a lot less sleep at night (and remember, Scott wouldn't even be a year old when the others were born), and a lot more expense. But they'd been blessed, and the children were going to be theirs to love and care for.
By the time March 8, 1984, rolled around, the family was settled in Victoria. That was when Darlana's labor began, and Frank took her to the hospital, grandparents caring for young Scott, Giving birth to one had been difficult enough, but three at one time seemed more than three times the work. Bob proved to be the eldest by a few minutes, followed by his identical twin, Clint, and then finally Dave. Their full names were Clinton Thomas James Moffatt, Robert Franklin Peter Moffatt, and David Michael William Moffatt, and once they were strong enough they all came home with their mother. Not unsurprisingly, they'd all had slightly low birth weights, and the hospital wanted to keep them as patients for a few days to make sure everything was fine (and to give Darlana a chance to get her strength back before having to take of them, too). In fact, Clint stayed in the hospital longer than the others. He'd been born with a hernia, and needed an operation to correct that before he could come home. That was the first evidence of the special bond he and Bob share. The operation was done at night, finishing around four in the morning.
"We were in Victoria and Clint was in, I think, Vancouver. I woke up at four o'clock on the morning and started crying too," said Bob.
It wasn't easy, looking after four babies. As Frank described it, he and his wife quickly became "the fastest diaper changers in Canada," a talent they never knew they possessed. But in the next few years they'd all find themselves surprised by talents in the family.
Taking care of the kids was a full-time job in itself, but Darlana had never lost her singing ambitions. It wasn't that long since she'd been an up-and-coming performer, and she still had every desire to make it as a country singer. While doing it for a living seemed to be out of the question until the boys were a little older, there was nothing to stop her singing at charity shows and pageants around Victoria, which she was happy to do, while Frank looked after their sons. His own singing ambitions were behind him now, but he fully supported his wife, and took the kids to watch her when he could.
Getting by wasn't easy. They say two can live as cheaply as one, but six can only live as cheaply as six, at least when four of them are constantly growing, needing new clothes, and hungry and wanting to eat. Frank's energies were concentrated on simply supporting his family. He wanted his wife to succeed as a singer, since that was her dream, but his main priority in life had to be paying the bills and keeping a roof over their heads. So while Frank and Darlana might dream of a future for themselves, for the moment that was pretty much all it could be — a dream.
One thing they always did, however, was take the boys along when Darlana was rehearsing a performance. It would usually be in the daytime, on a weekend. So, even if they couldn't stay up for the actual show itself, they did at least get to hear their mother sing. By the time they were toddlers, the stage, concert hall, or even a gymnasium didn't seem such a strange place to them. They were, for the most part, well behaved — or as well-behaved as any group of boys can be. Scott, being a year older, was the undoubted leader, but already each of them had his own personality. By the time Scott was five and the others four, in the summer of 1988, they'd become a curious bunch, examining everything, wanting to expand the limits of their world, to push the envelope a little bit. That was perfectly natural, but it meant that their parents had to keep a close watch on them — not easy when you have four kids to keep an eye on!
As the boys had grown a little, it was easier for Darlana to return to singing. They still needed a lot of attention, but it wasn't as constant as when they'd been younger. She could find a little time for herself here and there, to rehearse, to sing. There was always music playing around the house, and the boys were used to having it in the background.
This one particular weekend Darlana had a gig, singing at a teenage beauty pageant. It probably wasn't her first choice of venue — she'd rather have been singing in a recording studio, probably — but for the moment she was happy with what was available. She'd gone down before the show to rehearse with the band and do a sound check, to make sure the levels for instruments and voices were fine.
Frank had brought the boys along to watch her. The show itself would take place in the evening, long after their bedtime, and this way they could at least hear their mother sing. Since they'd become inquisitive, as all boys do, keeping them all together at one time was a difficult job. One would stray off for something, and by the time he'd been corralled, another one would disappear. So when Frank saw that Dave was missing, he knew he was close by somewhere, and began looking for him, telling the others to stay exactly where they were.
Dave had seen his mommy on the stage, singing, and he wanted to be close to her. So that was where he headed. It took a little time for him to find his way there, round the back stairs, but eventually he made it. That was where mom was and that was where he needed to be, by her. For the first couple of minutes, the music, and her voice, guided him. But that stopped. By the time he made his way onto the stage, Darlana had gone, leaving the microphone lying on the floor.
It was still on, since sound check hadn't ended yet. And since it was just there, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Dave to pick it up. After all, his mother had been holding it. And then it seemed perfectly normal to start singing; that was what Darlana had been doing. Instead of a country song, however, Dave began to sing his favorite song, "Somewhere Out There," from An American Tail, the Steven Spielberg-produced animated feature that had been a big hit a couple of years before, and which he loved on video.
As he began to sing, all activity in the theater stopped. Suddenly Frank knew where his son was. Scott, Clint, and Bob were amazed to see Dave up there, warbling away, since he was usually so shy. Darlana, who'd been taking a short break, recognized the voice, and turned to watch him. The crew, and the show's producers, all listened. Sure, it was cute to see a little boy up there singing, but more than that, Dave had a good voice. He was singing the song, he said later, "just like the mouse in the movie." He ran through the whole thing, and suddenly everyone was applauding him. Frank and Darlana were waiting in the wings to congratulate him, not even mad that he'd disappeared. In fact, they were proud of him, even if his brothers ended up teasing him (although they were actually a bit in awe) when he sat down with them.
Meanwhile, the show's producers were in a hurried conference with Frank and Darlana. Dave had been so impressive that they wanted to add him to the bill that night, singing the same song.
It was a big decision to make. Yes, he'd seemed like a natural up there, but how would he react when there was an audience staring up at him? And how would his brothers feel about him being singled out?
After sitting and talking to the boys, Frank and Darlana were a bit astonished. It turned out that Dave's brothers were actually a bit jealous of him being up there, and that he was eager to have the chance to show off in front of people! They knew the kids liked singing, but they'd never realized quite how much. So it was agreed that Dave would sing his solo that night, reprising his performance of "Somewhere Out There." As the time neared for her son to go onstage, however, Darlana, audience-seasoned, couldn't help but wonder if Dave would succumb to stage fright.
He didn't. Instead, he took to it like a duck to water, enjoying the feel, the spotlights on him — and most particularly the standing ovation he received when he finished. Dave Moffatt was the hit of the whole evening, a bigger success than his mom, who was overjoyed for him. Right then and there, Dave knew what he wanted to do. And when he told his brothers, they agreed it was what they wanted to do, too.
One show doesn't make a career, though. He'd been applauded as much for being cute as being good. A four-year-old singing on stage is a novelty, and the Moffatts didn't want their kids to be thought of that way. If they were going to sing, it would be because they wanted to, and because they were good. A couple of weeks passed, and the boys began to forget all about Dave and the teen pageant. Summer was here and there was too much to do, time to spend outdoors, games to be played. Frank and Darlana were glad that the idea faded. The boys needed a real childhood, to grow up at their own pace. They knew all too well how fragile show business could be, how it was full of disappointments — exactly what they didn't want for their family.
Later in the summer they decided to take a trip a bit east from Victoria, to the interior of western Canada, and most specifically to Edmonton in Alberta, some five hundred miles from home. The boys were old enough for a fairly short road trip. It would be a change of scene, and give them all a chance to see some of the country. It was rugged and barren in the mountains, but still majestic, the views going on for miles, the skies clear and blue. They all sang along to the radio and to tapes as they drove, throughly enjoying a real family vacation.
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Table of Contents
Part One: The Early Years,
Part Two: The New Beginning,
Part Three: The Boys,
Part Four: The Last Bit,
The Moffatts on the Web,
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