This is song I wrote when I was 18. It’s always struck me as a simple chant more than a song. I brought it back to life in January at The Kinetic Jazz concert. I love Peter’s playing but as a Bondi boy I suppose he hears the crash of the waves more then I do in Newtown. No sand in his pants. There’s a Granta magazine edition called The Sea and its full of fabulous short stories. If you cant get your hands on it I’ll lend it to you.