I Am The Captain Of My Pain.

I Feel Very Much A Part Of What I'm Writing About, And I'm Writing About Things That Concern Me On A Daily Basis. I'm Not Really Interested In Writing Musical Diaries, If You Know What I Mean.

Brother, Be A Brother, Fill This Tiny Cup Of Mine. And Please, Sir, Make It Whiskey: I Have No Head For Wine!

When I’m Singing “deanna,” For Example, Which I Sing Pretty Much Every Night, It Brings Forward A Kind Of Imagined, Romanticized Lie About This Particular Person, Which I Find Really Comforting And Exciting To Sing About.

It's An Australian Thing To Be Dismissive. We Find That Endearing. Americans Don't. They Believe What You Say.

Everyone Wants To Feel That They Matter.