For the past couple of years or so, Luke Spiller has been envisaging certain things for himself. A Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud. Chart success. Heaps of money. Real love. None of them are vague, empty wishes – a few minutes in Spiller’s company will tell you that he is dead serious about all these, even as he’s able to laugh at himself. More recently, he’s added a Grammy to that list. “I literally look in the mirror and I say: ‘And the Grammy goes to… Luke Spiller’s Love Will Probably Kill Me Before Cigarettes And Wine,’” he says of his current morning ritual. “It’s a great thing to wake up and say to yourself. It gives you that motivation. I’ll keep doing it and working towards those things.”
It would be easy to dismiss this as the unchecked hubris of yet another puffed up frontman. But Spiller’s tone points to other things: sincere ambition, a healthy degree of self-awareness, an unwavering work ethic.
