I have experienced more in the last two years than I had in my entire time in secondary school. I didn’t need to write down my opinions anymore, I could say them. College was my new platform of expression. I met hundreds of new people, each bursting with their own distinct views and insights of the world. My life, opinions and outlook on the world have changed so dramatically since I uploaded that simple track review of Centipede by Childish Gambino. Over two years have passed since I last posted. I do cringe a little reading some of my old pieces, like anyone would when scouring through their old Facebook status’ from years back. It is a beautifully sad thing that a site of relative meaningless was so empowering to me. They gave me the voice that, at the time, I craved for daily. They were products of insatiable procrastination they were a channel of expression. They weren’t the greatest reviews the world had ever read, but I put the work in.
I would spend (some would argue waste) hours devouring an album before I reviewed it. A year filled with academic torture, disappointment and loneliness. They eased me through the worst year of my life. I took more pleasure from writing about an album than I did furthering my own creative pursuits. They were the only examples of my limited, artistic creativity – reviews and opinion pieces. Were they juvenile, overly-opinionated and, quite frankly, all over the place at times? Probably Debatable.
I enjoyed composing each piece on this site, I really did. I used to use this blog as a platform to practice writing and as an outlet for the hundreds of (unwanted) opinions that were otherwise locked up in my mind.
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