Patchouli Rooms

Patchouli Rooms

In Patchouli perfumed rooms we turned off all wars, freeze framed them and chilled. There was a feeling of oneness as Cohen picked and strummed and all resentment was laid aside. A silent knowledge that chased man's folly down into
the burrows of the moonlit forest. Rivers flowed in Suzanne's dark hair with lamplight boats glowing with deeper meanings across her shoulders and down her back into vagaries of peaceful coexistence.The men of war and hate were clowns on tightropes over a lion's den in a strange and different world. Suzanne with her 'tea and oranges' tried to tempt
them but they were actors in a film that we could never script, playing out some dark scenarios in the space between harmonic chords.

Text by Trev Teasdel