Outtake #2 Patron Saint - Is she still an artist?
You Didn't Know....
"Patron Saint" is another of the songs written during the initial Won Out sessions. Like "You Know Me Blues", "Whatever You Want" and a few others it's about reconnecting with my first love, the "little red-haired girl" of my dreams, Denise Evans. I've discussed this unfortunate series of events in an earlier post. Typical of my songs from this period it's a sad reflection on the hopeless sadness of lost love. I managed to turn what should have been a happy reunion of two friends into a tragedy of epic proportions and behaved like a love-struck teenager. Got a few good songs out of it, though. I didn't call the song "Patron Saint" for any reason other then that it sounded good. I say it once in the song, apropos of nothing, and it's never brought up again. I found a chart of patron saints of various occupations and activities. There isn't one listed for star-crossed lovers but St. Jude watches over hopeless causes (and Paul McCartney wrote a song called "Hey Jude" - coincidence? Yeah, probably). For musicians it's St. Cecilia (and Paul Simon wrote a song called "Cecilia" - coincidence? Yeah, probably).
Being a self-taught guitarist, sometimes the simplest little chord tricks or progressions, usually well-known to "real" players, are revelations to me. Noodling around on my guitar one day I found that if I moved my top 2 fingers of a G chord I could create an exotic-sounding C. The song came to me while alternating between the two chords. Remembering the shift into waltz time on "We Can Work It Out" (hey! Beatles again and not for the last time) I added a similar section to Patron Saint at the end of the middle 8 (just like the Beatles!). It's a cute trick that I've tried and failed to effectively work into other songs.
Australian singer-songwriter G. Platypus "Platty" Jackson never caught on in the US |
In order to get the trebly, twangy, jangly guitar tone we put the amp in the bathroom (that could also be the reason the sound was so clean ha ha ha sorry. Bass was direct and the drums were in the kitchen. What I've posted here is the very first rough mix we made. I later went back and recorded a new vocal with slightly different lyrics (the line "And now my skies are filled with jet planes" - a placeholder - was changed to "if only she had seen things my way"), but I liked the ragged Neil-Young-and-band-in-the-barn performance. Had I been able to record a satisfactory vocal it would surely have made the album. I'm still fond of it. I even added a counter-melody later for Olga and Greg to sing, making it one of the most lyrically dense songs I've ever written.
You didn't know she was an artist
You didn't know that she could paint
You didn't know that I loved her
Patron saint
I still don't know why she did it
I guess I shouldn't even care
All I know is that she's out there
My sky was there for her to steal
My life has since become unreal
If only she had seen things my way
I stood there on the sidewalk
I stood there in the rain
I saw your light was shining
And now my sky is filled with clouds
My life has been turned inside-out
If only she had seen things my way
"They threw everything but the goddamn kitchen sink into this action thriller, |
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