I’m sitting in my tiny room in an East London flat, struggling to give birth to this first post to what I want to be a great blog about music and travelling. The trouble is, I don’t classify myself as a traveller, so who am I to give my opinion on it? As I rack my brain with my fingers stiff on the keyboard about how not to come across as a complete self important git in this post, I’m staring at my bedroom wall. There’s a poster on it. Actually it’s a poster I got at an Arcade Fire…