He Who Seeks, Finds, And Who Knocks,

God Has Matured. He Is Not The Impulsive, Bowelless Being Of The Testaments - The Vehement Glorymonger, With His Bag Of Cheap Carny Tricks And His Booming Voice - The Fiery Huckster With His Burning Bushes And His Wonder Wands. Nowadays God Knows What He Wants And He Knows Who He Wants.

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.

Texting Is Apocalyptic On Some Level. It's A Reduction Of Things.

You're Collaborating With People You Don't Even Know, When You're Making A Film. You're Collaborating With People You've Never Seen. So, The Collaborative Process Is Very, Very Different Than When You're Collaborating On A Record With The Musicians You've Worked With All Your Life.

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.