Polly Jean, I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears. I love every inch and every part of your entire body. From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet, to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair. I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.

The body becomes the carrier for the work. It's not really about the physical body; it really becomes the apparatus that carries and moves the work. I don't really consider the body as much; I look at it as a tool.

I see it as my duty in some way is to be out in the world as an Australian putting forward what I consider to be authentic Australian music.

I'm an Australian, and when I grew up much of my influences were American - blues music and country music, all that sort of thing.

Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet?

I'm kind of old-school and love nothing more than sitting, opening a book, and reading it. But I also love listening to audio books.

In the hysterical technocracy of modern music, sorrow is sent to the back of the class where it sits, pissing its pants in mortal terror.