The Rock Star Is Dying. And It's

It Was About The Preciousness Of That, And How They Viewed Those Birds As Art, As Something Valuable. I Didn't Care One Way Or Another Back Then, But Now, Thinking About My Grandparents - Who Are Still Alive But Getting Older - I See The Birds As Sort Of Time Capsules. Now I Go Home During The Holidays And They Hold A Lot Of Weight In Terms Of Nostalgia And Memory. Now They Mean Everything.

Everyone Wants To Feel That They Matter.

If You're Australian, You Feel It In Your Bones Because You're At Odds With Everybody Else, Except Other Australians, In The Sense That People Always Seem To Be Behaving Strangely. People Always Seem To Be Behaving The Wrong Way, In A Different Way. You Say Things And There Are Silences.

It's Always A Risky Business Inviting Somebody On Stage. You Never Know What They're Going To Do. I Try To Avoid Letting People Join Me Onstage Because It Can Be Very Distracting, And Overly Theatrical.

I Love America. I Really Do. It's By Far The Place I Like Visiting Out Of Anywhere In The World. I Get A Palpable Sense Of Excitement When The Plane's Landing. It's A Cliché, But There's Still An Incredible Energy About New York In Particular.