Pendulum died, and so did my soul. Writing about music is fucking hard. There’s too much of it, and not enough at the same time. To talk of spending your days blissfully writing away about this and that new release (the dream) is bullshit because music writing is stressful.  It’s all-consuming and achingly obsessive by nature; I find myself desperately trying to invent new ways of describing … Continue reading Writing about music is fucking hard, but listening to music is even harder