We arrive today in London again for easter, although my easter holiday actually ends today. Apparently my holiday doesn't match mums. Oh well.
Was doing some work for my assignment on 'the online musician'. Looking up Alex Day videos, which got me onto looking up Carrie Hope Fletcher who is another youtube celebrity type person, and also apparently Tom Fletcher's sister. Turns we also saw her a couple weeks ago when the family was on family fortunes. Huh.
Anyway it's all got me thinking about how I should be raising my profile. I ought to do more videos and stuff. Not loads. I don't think I'll ever be a youtube celeb type person, although you may have noticed I've started talking like one. But I want to start uploading more videos anyway, and it couldn't hurt to upload a couple videos where I talk a bit about myself. Maybe. Anyway I'm thinking my thing will be covers. But, like, I'll do LOADS of them. I learn hunners of songs anyway. I should make it a thing that I do, upload a cover a day or something. I've been thinking about that for a while anyway, and there's no reason why it shouldn't be my thing. My problem is I always see other people do things, and then feel like I should do them, when really I should just find my own thing to do. Whatever suits me. Well doing hunners of covers would suit me. Cos I'm good at that. I'm great at taking songs and making them my own, and in doing so I'd improve as a performer, which could be part of the fun. Think I might do that once the degree's over.
On that note I'm about 5 minutes into learning Dance of Eternity. Woo. I've always wanted to learn that tune, and I'm proud that I am. I can just about do it all properly as well. My double bass drum technique is really coming along. Think I'll quickly go blog about that on my performance blog.
Done. Still a bit to go with that but I'm getting somewhere.
Auntie Flori's watching one of her murder documentaries. It's about some guy they named 'The Baseline Rapist', and latterly 'The Baseline Killer'. Dion and me couldn't help but laugh.
Finally, the thing that prompted this blog in the first place. I've written a Facebook status I'm considering posting. It reads thus:
'A couple of nights ago I dreamt that a major supermarket had executed a plan to take over Britain. All those opposed to their regimes became fugitives. Many of them were captured and held in prisons created underneath stores across the country. They were underfed, and infections were spreading among them. Employees were made to guard these prisons and keep prisoners in line. I was one of these employees, but my bosses were suspicious of me. They knew I was sympathetic with the rebels and I was under constant scrutiny. The dream ended with me escaping with a car full of the prisoners, hoping to find a rebel alliance that could protect us.'
True story. Not the actual story, but the fact I dreamt it. It was crazy, and surprisingly real. Ryan still worked in Tesco and wouldn't act against them out of loyalty and fear of losing job security. Grant and his Mum were prisoners. Grant's arm was badly infected ha. I escaped with Paige and 3 other prisoners who I don't remember. Strange times.
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