I'm An Australian, And When I Grew

He Who Seeks, Finds, And Who Knocks, Will Be Let In.

In The Hysterical Technocracy Of Modern Music, Sorrow Is Sent To The Back Of The Class Where It Sits, Pissing Its Pants In Mortal Terror.

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

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.

An Artist's Duty Is Rather To Stay Open-minded And In A State Where He Can Receive Information And Inspiration. You Always Have To Be Ready For That Little Artistic Epiphany.