I think the word ‘magazine’ gets thrown around too flippantly.

Over the years, I’ve fixated on, and written essays about many things, most of which fall under two categories; music and booze. The former has been the most constant presence in my life, and the latter, the foundation of my career. I’ve always had a burning desire to write about music, particularly indie-folk, which I feel is in a state of attenuation journalistically. But somewhere between making my own music, and forming an unlikely and often toxic relationship with London’s hospitality industry, I lost the desire to publish anything at all.

Twang is ostensibly for no one, but for all to read. It is me at my most vulnerable, honest and gently opinionated. So, although I’d love for my writing to end up on your coffee table one day, it’s just a blog, at least for now.

Thank you all for being here, especially those who continue to encourage my creative output.

- D.