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I looked around and my place had gotten kinda Tchoctky'ed up, over-opulent, and I thought that I had strayed off of some kind of path, like I was losing something, I don't know So I trekked back up to Canada, bought myself a piece of land, decided to For the Roses my money where my mouth was, get For the Roses genuinely back to the garden, or at least give it a try, you know? You know, a lot of times it's interpreted by evangelists and different clerical people that I've talked to, as a place that existed a long time ago somewhere along the For the Roses of the Nile or Jerusalem, something that disappeared, and I'd always thought it was kinda the story of the beginning of knowledge, you know? But I guess I'm side-tripping, running off at the mouth here, but Because as soon as you've got a virtue and you KNOW about it, it's gone, forget it Now I like to drape myself with those sort of things from time to time, but sometimes it makes me feel guilty, For the Roses that's what happened this particular morning. I woke up with a treacherous case of middle class guilt, so I decided to move myself to some deserted area, and grow myself a garden, and get back to it! Even an artichoke in a terrarium, anything I was sort of working on the Thoreau theory too, you know, like one chair for myself and one for society I stepped out and I looked up and right in front of my door was this tree called the Arbutus tree, which I think is really my favorite all-time tree Like there's this For the Roses in Vancouver called Arbutus Street, and they tried to transplant a whole lot of Arbutus trees to line it, you know, just like Elm street's always lined with elms, and maple street's lined with maples Actually, I was going through a period which might be described as a virtue creep period where suddenly everything that was good and virtuous seemed very important to me. Ok, where his girlfriend says he woke up one morning and he realised he was just For the Roses little stripy animal like anybody else, you know? And having realised that he could no longer get up onstage, you know? So he was just sitting around, running a For the Roses house, waiting for something to happen, you know? So I went up to Canada and I picked out a little piece of land which looked to be pretty self-sufficient, and also had enough chromatic changes and For the Roses in the atmosphere to keep me from going stark-raving mad. It really was, it was like, it was a combination of caves in Greece, coffee houses in New York, and a prison cell. So anyway, I was sitting in this little cabin that I had near the property one night and I was knitting myself a sweater—gray. Conservative gray. And I was feeling guilty about not having raised the sheep, spun the wool and done the whole trip, you know? When all of a sudden outside the window I heard For the Roses sound very far off, like as in For the Roses distance, of applause, and I jumped up from the bed and I ran out and I took a bow, and [audience laughter] No, no, no. But it was frosted over that night, and all the leaves on this tree were all frosted over. It reveals like a green undercoating, and all of the leaves that hang off of it at that time, which is sometime in August, turn bright yellow —banana yellow—and fall to the ground while all the other trees are still celebrating high summer. Anyway, I like the way For the Roses grows, you know, it grows, like, in unusual sort of contortions, and it grows with young and old branches alike, you know, like racy, virile young sprouts racing on up one side, and gnarled old wizened-up gray branches on the other side and leaning out to sea looking off to Japan or someplace, you know, where it maybe came floating in from. But it grows out of the hardest places to grow—straight up out of the ground in places where nothing else For the Roses any common sense, you know, For the Roses, comes up. Since I was starting to knit and pearl in my sleep, I decided that it was For the Roses for a new medium, so I picked up this stringed thing here For the Roses wrote the first of a series, a continuing series of rejection-of-show-business tunes. Is there a doctor in the house? Let me tell you a story. And it was very misunderstood, you know, because they had this street in Vancouver called Arbutus Street. So they imported all these little Arbutus trees, you know, with the sand bag bottom and everything you know, a gunny sack, and they planted them all along Arbutus Street. So anyway this tree mostly grows like along the coastlines. It likes to have a little bit of a view of the sea, you know, maybe because it came drifting in from Japan or something. They look sort of oriental, you know, like those oriental paintings of trees that you see hanging out For the Roses the shoreline. They've For the Roses smooth, kind of warm orange bark for the most part through the winter and in the early spring. And their leaves turn bright yellow and fall off onto the ground in August. I like that. I like its rebellious nature, you know? So when these trees were planted all along Arbutus Street in Vancouver, they actually were Kamikazes, you know, they were like true oriental fashion. They also have For the Roses great respect for their elders, these trees. A wonderful tree. I made sort of a pact with myself — no dust catchers. And, uh, between the environment and, uh, the speed of things and the air and everything, I felt like I was fogged in myself, you know? So I got up this morning, and I packed my bags and I fled up into Canada. And I rented myself a little cabin near the land where my house was under construction. And, uh, I set about knitting myself a warm winter sweater. Basic conservative gray, you understand. No flash. All of the flash was left behind in beacons, just in case, you know. And I was sitting in there one night. And when all of a sudden I heard in the distance the faint sound of applause. Like For the Roses sounds like applause]. So I stepped outside into the night, faced the moon and took a bow. I felt terribly guilty because I still had electricity. The first in a continuing series of rejection of show business tunes. I come here tonight kind of as the ambassador of the arbutus tree, which you probably all know about out here, but in the south they really don't know. They know about the?? And uh. I mean, I'd been observing this tree or tress like it for a long time, I just feel like kind of a spokesman for them because they're kind of misunderstood, you know? I had something in Laurel Canyon For the Roses was supposed to be an arbutus tree For the Roses it just didn't have any of these characteristics and after I got to know about the real thing I didn't really believe in it. Even though the label from the For the Roses said arbutus, I said, "that One morning, I woke up in Laurel Canyon, I looked at my place For the Roses it just seemed Because when you first get a little taste of bread, you know I went I didn't become For the Roses bene--you know-- beneficial-- I wasn't much of a benefactor.