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I hadn't written a song for a long time. I was living in a room in a house for a couple of months, at the end of ten years of working with different managers and "waiting" - big mistake - for "stuff" to happen for my music. I'd almost reached bursting point. At that time, staying january and february in that room in a house on Columbia Road in East London with some people I didn't really know, I was waiting to hear whether Unlit - the travelling house party gig thing I organised - was going to become a TV programme with Channel 4 and whether my major label deal with Island was going to go through. The MD had sat me down and told me how excited he was about my record and we'd talked about which producers to use....He said he was inspired by what I did. Well, in the month or two that I waited, before it did all fall through and I was forced (finally) to just get on with it - a leap that led to me making Supernatural on my own and really getting my music up and out there properly for the first time...in that month or two, I read a rupert sheldrake book about angels that was on the shelves of the room i was staying, i remember waking up laughing several times in just a couple of months, there was something blissful about that time. And until this particular night I hadn't written a song for a long time. I came back from dinner with an old University friend and her husband, stayed up all night, drinking green tea and smoking golden virginia, thought it was finally time to write the words to this dylanesque folky song that would become All My Life. Having finally got a handle on that song, down in the kitchen, where no-one could hear me, in fact maybe everyone was out....i certainly remember singing a lot....it was about 5am, then I started another completely new song.....loved it, was someone else's voice, about defiance, never giving up.....called it bleeding heart, by this stage it was 7am, i decided to stay up, walk a few miles to my parent's Highgate home as the sun made its way up, found myself at their computer, noticed the date, it was march 15th, the third anniversary of Tony Meilandt's death, and i realised in shock, that the voice in that song, Bleeding Heart, was his, he was coming through, on the anniversary of his death, to tell me not to give up. I sat in the garden and cried. Then emailed all the people that knew him and told them what had happened and to think of him today. I wandered back to the East End and in mid-afternoon, just as I was about drift off to sleep, the melody of another new song just coming through, I got a phone call. It was a close friend of mine, he had a troubled urgent tone. He told me he really needed me to come and talk to him, he was in town, in Soho. It sounded serious. I said I'd be right there. When I saw him he proceeded to tell me how he'd been very close to killing himself, that he'd written the notes and everything, that he needed help. I did what I could by talking and listening to him and when I left he was in an ok space, a stable place. And in the bus, I realised - oh my god! I had a date tonight! I was meeting that girl from Sunday who I'd met at Passing Clouds! ha. And my friends The Mighty Roars were playing at the electricity showrooms....so I met her, we went to the gig, we went back to the kitchen of my place where all these songs had been born and I played her the new songs. She was tired - I mean so was I, but I was kind of buzzed by the whole sequence of events - and said is it allright if I go up and lie down? Yeah sure, is it ok if I finish off this song I've been working on? I had the chords, I had the melody for a chorus, for a verse, for a bridge......it felt really beautiful....much more beautiful than most of my songs! More complex and subtle and lovely melodically than my usual basic fare! I was really keen to write it. So she went up to sleep in my bed and I wrote the lyrics for what would become this very song, Hurt To Love....I finished it, went up and sang it to her just as she drifted off. It was a song for my friend who I'd gone to meet in town. And, song over, well, I slipped in to bed beside her - a great end, to a great day!!

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