PATCHOULI BOY

i walk beside you on the ancient ocean floor

whisky dances and perfume

the ground was shakin and the air was shimmering

and then my ears began to ring

where is my patchouli boy

did i leave him on the breeze

and if i just imagined him

what does that say about me

the years they pass the moments that are lingering

time together, time for tea

and if i fade from indigo to gold

would you still remember me

where is my patchouli boy

did i leave him on the breeze

and if i just imagined him

what does that say about me

i wake beside him on the gently blowing sand

sunlight shatters in my hand

before the morning sirens rise and sing

i remember everything

where is my patchouli boy

did i leave him on the breeze

and if i just imagined him

what does that say about me

where is my patchouli boy

did i leave him on the breeze

the winds are slick with his perfume

here i'll wait til he comes back to me

music and lyrics: © astrid young SOCAN

vocals: astrid

wurlitzer: brent bodrug

hammond B3: astrid

guitars: astrid

guitar solos: eric mcfadden

bass: mike costantino

drums: dan cornelius

studios:

sly fi chapel, trenton ontario

central audio, toronto

robot recording, san francisco

engineers:

brent bodrug, rob sanzo, travis kasperbauer

mixed by travis kasperbauer

produced by astrid young

mastered by joao Carvalho

this is a song about a smell. you know, those moments when you just catch a wisp of something on the breeze, and it takes you somewhere ... and the otherworldly connection you feel with certain people, like you've known them across oceans of time. it's so romantic ...

i played all the guitars on this, aside from the solos. i also played B3 on it, which is not my thing really, but Brent's studio, SlyFi, is just full of awesome keyboard gear. and of course, Brent is incredibly talented at playing all of them ... i had a go at a wurli part too, but he's got more of a feel for it than i do. i did find a great deal of satisfaction playing the B3 though, i have to say. it's hard when you've played with the great B3 players of the world, like Booker T. and Spooner Oldham, they always stick in your mind as being so inscrutable that i don't DARE approach the thing ... but there it was, i had a go, and it was so cool ... i may even be persuaded to do it again sometime! 

some of the lyrical content is borrowed from another song i'd been writing years earlier, called 'whiskey dances' ... one of those songs which i completely lost in a computer crash, and summarily lost forever. i hate when that happens. but perhaps patchouli boy is the better, more enduring result of all that.