Strength is the product of struggle, you must do what others don't to achieve what others won't.

I wonder if it is Australia's great distance from more populated land masses that allows its inhabitants to be left to their own devices, to be incredibly creative and, at times, to be wonderfully weird.

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

One of the nice things about a favorite pop song is that it's an unconditional truce on judgment and musical snobbery. You like the song because you just do, and there need not be any further criticism.

August brings into sharp focus and a furious boil everything I've been listening to in the late spring and summer.

It's hard to get people at a record company to talk about music. They don't seem to want to talk about music, it's all marketing, and that's part of a record, you gotta get it out there, people have gotta hear it, but you could do it in a way that's not repulsive.

All I have is me. Over-worked, under-appreciated, middle-aged, and shriveled up.