Monthly Archive for September, 2007

After sign­ing up at YouTube one year ago to post this per­for­mance video of myself and X-Cape, I finally sat down prop­erly last night to look at the com­mu­nity and all the hype that sur­rounds this phe­nom­e­non. More inter­est­ing, I was intrigued at how anony­mous peo­ple from around the world such as Esmée Den­ters and William Sledd were able to cre­ate con­tent on their own accord, upload it to a com­mu­nity and some­how amass the power of this global com­mu­nity to make a name for them­selves, firstly cross­ing over from the inter­net celebrity sta­tus (wasn’t the word inter­net cap­i­tal­ized at some point in gram­mar his­tory?) to the inevitable main­stream enter­tain­ment world where they con­tinue to make a name for them­selves; Esmée Den­ters as a singer signed up to Justin Timberlake’s record label and William Sledd on NBC’s Bravo unit.

So it was with inter­est and curios­ity mixed with 20% want to learn the ropes of video edit­ing that I looked through YouTube, fig­ured out how to use the video edit­ing soft­ware on my com­puter, and posted my first video on YouTube. After all, if my songs are going to be tak­ing a while to mix in Hong Kong and I’ve still got my stud­ies to con­cen­trate on, why not do some­thing proac­tive to pass the time? (Not to men­tion my habit of con­tin­u­ally sign­ing myself up to activ­i­ties at an alarm­ing rate.) The only prob­lem was find­ing a niche. What was I good at? What could I offer that peo­ple might find inter­est­ing? Well, I do like to song write… I got it!

I was actu­ally quite embar­rassed to post about this because it feel real like a real nar­cis­sist doing this but I don’t care, call my a nar­cis­sist! In any regards, actu­ally appear­ing on video has forced me to at least take care of myself bet­ter so I don’t look like a dying hunch-back from Notre Dame. I dis­cov­ered this morn­ing that brush­ing my hair actu­ally makes me look neater … and after 5 years, I’ve started to brush my hair again. I know one thing for cer­tain, William Sledd would prob­a­bly not be too happy that I haven’t been brush­ing my hair.