It's A Wonderful Life If You Can

What I Think About When I Frequent The Museum Of Natural History, The Metropolitan [museum Of Art], And I Look At These Artifacts That Are Taken Out Of Context And How We're Forced To View Them As Objects, As Relics, As Sculpture- Static. But What's Interesting Is What It Allows Me To Do In My Head In Terms Of Imagining What The Possibilities Are Or Imagining The Role In Which They Played Within A Particular Culture Which I'm Fascinated By.

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

I'm A Believer. I Don't Go To Church. I Don't Belong To Any Particular Religion, But I Do Believe In God. I Couldn't Write What I Write About And Be Creative Without A Certain Form Of Belief.

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 Always Thought My Records Were Number One; It's Just The Charts Didn't Think So.