When I was a kid I rode my bike all over Saskatoon. Riding my bike made me feel alive and free. It was a time of innocence with no curfew. I could pretty much ride the whole day, wherever I wanted to without questions from my parents so long as I returned home by supper time. I'd ride across town to visit my Granny Pritchard and we'd sit outside near her sweat peas. Once she recollected buying a can of stolen coffee and confessing it to the priest. We had a good chuckle over that one. I'd continue on to visit my cousin Shirley who lived a few blocks away. On special occasions I'd ride over to visit Randy and Lorne and we would explore the banks of the Saskatchewan River finding cougar tracks and haunted houses. Most of the time though, I would ride to Donald and Laurie's house because they lived closest to me. Come dark, I'd make my way home riding under the streetlights singing "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac out loud.
The song "Astrid" is about my childhood. I never knew anyone named Astrid as I was growing up, but about a year ago I had a dream about a celeste green bike with the name Astrid written on the top-tube. I dreamed I would write a song about this bike and that Astrid would be on the cover of this album. And I did, and it is, thanks to the artwork of David Irvine. Here is the song, "Astrid". I hope that you enjoy it.
The song "Astrid" is about my childhood. I never knew anyone named Astrid as I was growing up, but about a year ago I had a dream about a celeste green bike with the name Astrid written on the top-tube. I dreamed I would write a song about this bike and that Astrid would be on the cover of this album. And I did, and it is, thanks to the artwork of David Irvine. Here is the song, "Astrid". I hope that you enjoy it.
