Details
During the band's appearance on the live music TV show Cold: Live At The Chapel, Richards revealed the song was written while he was housesitting for Deborah Conway, and was inspired by a book she owned about an Australian wartime photographer Neil Davis. Richards has said, "Deborah has a wonderful collection of records and books. She was on holidays, so I was looking after the house and taking advantage of all that. I was also listening to a lot of early Bob Dylan, which would explain the chord progression."
The song was picked up and played by radio station Triple J then later by Nova, giving the song more radio exposure.
The song entered the ARIA singles chart at #37 and reached #33 nine weeks later. At the beginning of 2007, the song was #1 on the Triple J Hottest 100, 2006 which resulted in it re-entering the chart at a new peak of #29. In June 2007, the song won Song of the Year at the Australian Performing Rights Association Awards. The song was voted at #59 on the Triple J Hottest 100 of All Time, 2009.
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