The Waifs were playing a music festival here in Grass Valley Ca, a long time ago.  I went to by a CD and talked to one of the ladies, asking where in Australia they were from.  The exchange went like this: Western Australia.  Where in western Australia.  South western.  What town.  You never heard of it.  Try me.  Albany.  I have friends in Albany and have been there 5 times...  In the end I discovered my friend taught her mother how to code data bases... Small world.

Talent is a gift for manifesting expression that transcends, and if someone can use a style of speech to make use of its intrinsic musicality, I admire that. I love the fact that The Waifs are from Oz, a wondrous realm I'm blessed to have explored three lengthy times and would love to absorb still more of, but I also love the way they use that ol' Southern States' Country twang to match the bluesy bends and rhythms of the song to get maximum expression of appropriate feeling. While other languages undeniably have their idiosyncratic charms (the clever but maddening tonal complexities of Chinese or Thai, the delightfully satifsfying doubling that occurs in Malay and Indonesian, the coy teasing of implied subjects and verb-final structures of Japanese, Korean, Cherokee, or Quechua -- and so many Native lingos of the Americas!), throughout all the regional variations of English there is a fluid richness of synonyms, structures, and accents that makes it perhaps unrivaled for Rock, which, as a wise Professor of Music at CU explained to me, is exactly the same as Classical, where you have a signature key, variations on a theme, and an invigorating return to the tonic.  Like RP, its reach is vast, vibrant, and vital!

If I hadn't looked I would have thought this was Joan Osborne.