I Don't Know, Maybe Australian Humour Isn't

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

I Don't Really Do Japanese Interviews. I Don't Think There's Much Call For Me In Japan.

To Sustain Hatred Is A Very Difficult Thing To Do, Year After Year. It's Exhausting.

If You Got A Trumpet, Get On Your Feet, Brother, And Blow It!

Stars Have Their Moments Then They Die.