My Job Is To Be Some Sort

Even Though I Live In America More, I Feel Like When I Go To Adelaide, That's When I Get To Go Home.

I Have Manic Energy. What Can Be Done About It? I Don't Know What To Say Sometimes. I'm Professional In Public, But I Like To Stay Inside And Be A Hermit.

In Many Ways, I've Chosen To Be Plain, Almost Too Plain, Too Self-effacing. Like, If I Record A Vocal And I Don't Like The Way It Sounds, I Would Have Them Turn It Up And Take The Reverb Off It To Make It As Plain As Possible.

The Piano Is Just A Different Animal. It's Expensive, It's Big, It's Heavy, And It Doesn't Fit In The Mix Easily. Everyone Grew Up With A Piano In Their Living Room, So Rocking Out On The Piano Was Accessible - It Wasn't An Upper-class Thing. Now Pianos Have Become Very Much A Piece Of Furniture.

And All I Really Want To Say Is You're The Reason I Want To Stay.