The concept of God in America is very different than it is in England. Because we see the horrendous outcome of religion as being an American thing, in which the name of God has been hijacked by a gang of psychopaths and bullies and homophobes, and the name of God has been used for their own twisted agendas.

If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!

It's an Australian thing to be dismissive. We find that endearing. Americans don't. They believe what you say.

But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . .

If you took love out of the equation, I wouldn't know what else to write about.

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.

I've never been interested in being relevant.