Track three - Break My Heart written by Heath Cullen. When I first moved to my tiny town in the middle of nowhere I'd just escaped a rather rough patch, we'd found a little house to stay in, with a big view of the mountains, a lovely woman called Robyn Martin turned up on the first day with freshly baked muffins and vegies from her garden, with a little girl holding her hand, and everything seemed like magic, a dream and a relief. I bought a cd of a local songwriter, and it was the only record I had and became the soundtrack to everyday - it was Heath Cullen's "A storm was coming but I didn't feel nothing". I was slowly getting a handle on caring for a baby and a little girl, stirring porridge and writing songs on old typewriters at the same time ( "mummy's working darling, I've give you breakfast in a sec") and all the time these lonely songs of Heath's were swirling around the house. I love that record, it's small town mystery. This is my favourite song from it, and if you go to a Heath Cullen gig and some noisy lady yells out from the back of the room "Break My Heart", that's probably me, and he'll raise his eyebrows and sigh, and maybe if I'm lucky he'll actually play it.