Here is a little story that I thought you might like.

My father Ron is a good man, who however has never sought out adventure or taken risks.
A product of the depression years.
At 71 I noticed his lust for life waning and his cynicism growing. He was settling in to a routine of death waiting. [ for want of a better term ]
At his B'Day dinner I referred to the fact that neither of us had seen Uluru,he commented " the last bloody thing I'd want to see is a rock in the middle of the desert."
I replied " Ron I'm going to make you eat those words " so the next day I went to work and spent the morning trying to work out if I could afford the time to take my Dad to the rock, then in a moment of intense clarity I realized in this short life can I afford not to. So we went.

I picked him up at 11.00 am on a Sunday, Dubbo-Port Augusta-Uluru. Within two and a half days we were sitting in front of the rock watching the sun go down and the old man had tears streaming down his face.
To cut a long story short we came back through the Alice and across the Plenty Highway [ because when your thinking How much bloody further to go? There's plenty.]
At Longreach I picked up some music that was to become an obsession for Ron, Jimmy Buffett. We sailed through the desert and finished up covering 6500 km in 6.5 days. We were both effected by the country that we had seen. The trip has become an annual event, this year we drove to Streaky Bay S.A. 5500km back through VIC.

We picked up Cannot buy my soul at Pinnaroo and your songs resonate as the anthemic theme of our latest journey. We are so impressed by your songs that as a musician and composer myself I need to let you know that you have succeeded in connecting with a couple of blokes out looking around. Ron no longer suffers depression and has a new lease on life. Jimmy Buffett is out and you are in Kev. Thank you

Your enlightened fans

Darren and Ron