House number three was post-album. I was touring a fair bit, and felt it was time to stop being a Generation Y stereotype and get my own house. To be honest, my own house is a fair exaggeration. House number two was a big old house that had been subdivided into four little flats. Yes, I had my own ‘kitchen’and ‘bathroom”, but the reality was a basically lived in one room. It was cute, but the winter wind was so cold, sometimes I’d wake up with ice on the doona. Getting out of bed was a torment and the hot water ran brown, so hot showers were never the salvation you would hope for. One time, I went on tour for a week and came back to find everything I owned covered in mould. I left relatively quickly after that.
I didn’t love house number three. I now live just around the corner from it, and miss it not the slightest. I wrote a lot of songs there though, so perhaps the cliches are true and a comfortable house and a burgeoning song collection are mutually incompatible. When you’re that cold, you have to write much faster.