I awoke staring up into a blue sky dotted with clouds. The skylight was only a foot or two above my head, and in my groggy early morning state, I could barely make out its edges. The swift contact my forehead made with the drywall quickly and unequivocally established the boundaries between my blissed out hazy dream state and the harsh (and slightly hungover) reality of the day.
I was sleeping in “the Tree Fort,” a creaky makeshift loft bed in the living room of our new home away from home in Halifax’s north end. Oh, and what a home it is. Filled to the brim with musicians and artists, and complete with an excellent Jam Room and DIY recording studio (also: gorgeous backyard and super friendly dog Timber), it seemed more or less like paradise. Talking to Nick, Scott and Adam (the infamous Nick Everett and Everybody), we learned that the house had been passed along through musicians circles for at least the last four or five years, and had been the site of countless rehearsals, recording sessions, and house shows.
Needless to say, we were very excited to add one of our own to that innumerable list.