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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

Steve – Five Recorders

For those who don't know, an arbutus is a slow-growing strawberry tree. In the song was arranged for piano and voice by Sir Charles Villiers Stanford.

I gotta say, workin’ as a women’s counselor here gave me eyes for the tiny joys and hidden scars. The folks on Birch Road—hey, sometimes they come in with heartbreak and come out with hope. It reminds me of that line from my fave movie, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—like, “I must break you!” in a poetic way. It’s about breakin’ barriers and healing, ya know?

Lindsay Androski named CEO of Arbutus