Writing is a mysterious thing. I can go through deluges of writing, feeling inspired and creative about the littlest things, listening to a certain album can make you investigate its roots, the main players and the forgotten gems in an attempt to gain true appreciation of the songs you hear, to hear them in the way the artist heard them.
Conversely, you can think of topics, hear albums you love and have nothing. In the last week alone I heard the long awaited esser album, loved it (for the most part) and have bupkis to say. I thought I'd hit the jackpot when chatting with Lauren about Led Zepplin and how it was weird that I probably had a completely different appreciation of them to her as my musical upbringing was more on the proggy side as opposed to Lauren's soul and jazz influences.
Surely that'd make a great blog post, an interesting investigation on why I love Explosions in the Sky but don't feel some of Lauren's more funky tunes and she hates their guts? It would. Except I cant write it.

It is often said that your hardest critic is yourself. It's one of those weird double-edged swords in that often you can also have complete self-belief whilst everyone around you is less than convinced. This blog has been in many variations, originally a leaky type blog until I got a particularly threatening email about sharing music, then some sort of commentary on my time at uni and now this, whatever it is, an outlet for my thoughts on music, trying to retain that sense that I may know slightly more than the average person about music when really, we're all the same.


My conclusion is this. This was a place to tell my friends about the music I'm listening to and enjoying, which at the time was only new music. Now my horizons have expanded a little bit, encompassing a much wider range of music than I ever deemed possible. But it's still all there.
I still love music. I still love writing about music, still love the thrill of hearing a long awaited album and then dissecting it piece by piece, its production, its influences, its strength both as a song and as part of a more complete artistic package.

Boywithacoin is a pleasure to have, a little difficult to maintain at times but only due to my own levels of self-criticism, with inspiration and ideas. It will always be an opportunity to vent anger at music industry type things, at life type things and thing type things. Whoever reads it, I hope you enjoy your stay here however long it may be. It is very easy to move onto the next blog if this isn't updated very often. And of course that's fine. But I'll still be here, plugging away. If you're a regular, thank you. It sounds contrite but it means a lot.


Until next time.