Who Wants To See 3 Aging Old

My Vocal Style I Haven't Tried To Copy From Anyone. It Just Developed Until It Became The Girlish Whine It Is Today.

A Daily Blog Would Just About Finish Me Off Completely.

The States Were Much More Fun. L.a. Was L.a. It's Not L.a. Now. L.a. Infested With Jaded 12-year-olds Is Not The L.a. That I Really Dug.

When I Was A Kid, The World Was Such A Big Place, And I Had No Idea That I Would Be Afforded These Great Moments In Between Doing What I Love To Do. I'm Able To Actually Choose Places To Go Which Have Intrigued Me For The Last God Knows How Many Years, And Tasmania's Always Been One Of Those Places. I See It All And Yet I See So Little Because It's So Fast.

I Kind Of Disguise My Limitations By Hanging Out With Very Talented People. The Excitement Of The Collision Between The Microphone-twirling Guy From 1966 To Now Is Just A Fantastic Adventure. There Aren't Many Of Us Left And I've Managed To Kind Of Cover My Tracks Pretty Good.