Discovering A PASSION!

I mean, aside from my undying passion for this dude...

There are few things in life more exciting than realising that you're not just a bit interested in something.  Discovering a new passion - whether it's for a hobby, a type of food or even a person, is part of what makes life so enjoyable, after all.  Yet, sometimes, we discover that we're passionate about something we never really expected to be crazy about...

Personally, I only came to realise just how passionate I had become about something, over the weekend.

A few months ago, I decided to start vlogging.  For those of you who think I've just forgotten how to spell "blogging," vlogging is pretty much what I do here, only on camera.  Or, to put it another way, I make silly videos about me and my life and I put them up on YouTube.

The thing is, I've been regularly making videos and putting them online for around four months now and I've been enjoying it.  But I thought that was about it.  I liked it.  It was fun.  It was a hobby.

Then, on Saturday evening, after a whopping nine hours spent editing my latest video, my software crashed and my project couldn't be saved.  I tried to fix it for over two hours, but to no avail.  If you want to know what I looked like, giving up on my video, more than eleven hours after starting it, it was something like this:

At first, I thought: "Sure, I'm angry and frustrated, because I've wasted an entire day on this and now it's ruined."  But, as time went on and I genuinely struggled to get to sleep that night, I started to realise that actually, I was upset because I was proud of the video and I wanted the world to see it.  I had been uploading a video to YouTube every Sunday for the last few months and I hated knowing that this week I'd fail to do so.  I wanted my subscribers - all 32 of them (shut up, that's loads in my eyes...) - to have something to watch.  I realised, possibly for the first time, that I really care about my little YouTube channel and the content I produce for it.

So, seeing as I wasn't getting any sleep anyway, I got back up and downloaded some paid-for software.  And, despite breaking my vow of not touching my bank account until pay day in the process, I quickly realised that it was a price well worth paying for the ability to start my video all over again from scratch and get it uploaded on Sunday evening, as per usual.

I don't look at YouTube the same way, anymore.  It used to be the place I went to watch Dan and Phil videos, or to shamelessly sing along to karaoke backing tracks.  Suddenly, it's much more than that.  It's the place I can unleash my creativity.  Somewhere I can learn more about making vlogs and where I can chat to other YouTubers about the experience of making videos and putting them online for people to watch.  It's become a part of who I am and I never even realised until last weekend, despite the fact that it's been creeping up on me for ages.  I mean, why else do I so often let out a little shriek in the shower, because an idea for a video has suddenly popped into my head?!  Why else do I fret so much about creating interesting thumbnails?!  Of course this has become important to me!

So, if you haven't been to my channel yet, you can do so by clicking here and I'm going to leave my long-struggled-over video from this Sunday at the bottom of this blog post, so feel free to give that a watch.  In the next week or so, I'm planning on filming a channel trailer, so keep an eye out for that as well!

It's a funny feeling, realising that I care almost as much (in fact, probably just as much) about my channel and the videos I make for it as I do about writing, but there we have it - I do!  Just by being brave and deciding to try something a little different, I've discovered a brand new passion.  I'd encourage anyone thinking about dipping their toes into the waters of vlogging to dive in and just see what happens!  Perhaps, like me, you'll discover something you'll fall in love with.

I'm still going to be writing.  I'll keep up my weekly bedtime stories and I'll have new posts about other things on a relatively regular basis (I promise - poke me with a stick if I leave it too long!), but there is most definitely a new love in my life, now.  Who knew that filming myself on my bed could be so much fun?!  Oh, hang on... I don't mean it like that...

Ain't NOBODY who wants to see THAT...

I guess what my major meltdown on Saturday night taught me, is that a love for something can creep on you, even if it's actually been there all along.  And, having spent several weeks and months saying "nah, I like watching stuff on YouTube, but I've got no desire to make my own videos," I'm really glad my friends carried on badgering me into giving it a try.  I might not be the next Zoella, but I'm having fun.  Heck, I even enjoy editing films, which is more than I can say for editing books!!

If you're going to take a message away from this blog, let it be this: try something new.  Even if it's something you're not sure about, or that you think you'll be bad at, give it a go.  Because you might discover a new passion in life.  And even if you don't, at least you've crossed something off the list on the way to finding what your real passion is.

I've found a new passion.  And I love it.

Manic Street Preachers at the Genting Arena, Birmingham (14/5/2016)

Me in my Manics fan "uniform." ;-)

If there's one thing that should be relatively common knowledge to anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis, it's my deep and unending love for the Manic Street Preachers.  From the age of 16, they've been a constant in my life and I can't imagine my world without them.

So, on Saturday (14th May), I got all dolled up in my glitter, eyeliner, feather boa, tiara, homemade top and fairy wings and headed from my uncle's flat in Birmingham to the Genting Arena, along with my lovely gig buddy Kirstie, to see the band for the millionth fourteenth time.

Normal clothing is not required on gig days...

The band are currently touring in celebration of their classic 1996 album, Everything Must Go, which is now a whopping twenty years old (and I feel ancient).  The plan was to play the entire album in full, from start to finish, before pausing for a brief break prior to treating the audience to a short second set, packed with hits and the odd rarity.  As plans go, it was a pretty brilliant one, to be honest.

Everything Must Go is as close to perfection as any album I've had the pleasure of listening to.  It soars majestically along, with sweeping orchestral melodies and touching moments of poignancy in amongst the almost stubborn positivity of the album as a whole.  To hear every track played, one after the other, was an absolute treat for the ears.  The band were on top form, sounding like the tight unit we know them to be, and they looked the part, too - Nicky Wire showed off not one, not two, but three different jackets over the course of the show.  

The strangeness of hearing Design For Life second in the set (rather than being saved for the show-stopping finale) was overcome by the crowd's enthusiastic singalong and the promise of yet more goodies to follow.  Everything Must Go has always been an album that flows beautifully well and this translated into a live performance that never felt like it had gone off the boil, or left you wishing they'd play something else.  Songs such as Enola Alone and Further Away rocked the arena and left you wondering how on Earth the band even managed to choose singles from an album packed with so many gems.  James Dean Bradfield's gorgeous acoustic rendition of Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky was enough to bring a tear to your eye.  And when the bombastic guitar solo at the end of No Surface All Feeling kicked in and streamers shot into the sky and fell above the heads of the band's faithful fans, it was a moment of sheer euphoria.

Before the second set kicked in fully, James treated the audience to a short game of "Manic Street Preachers bingo," encouraging fans to shout out song suggestions for him to play on his acoustic guitar.  It's a testament to the level of devotion the fans have to this band, that many of the requests were for obscure b-sides and album tracks - this is a fandom that passionately devours anything the band produces.  In the end, James went for late 90s single, Tsunami.

There were a few unexpected little gems in the second "greatest hits" set; a cover of Fiction Factory's Feels Like Heaven and Natwest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds from the Manics' debut album, Generation Terrorists, were highlights.  In fact, the only thing I would suggest to further improve Manics' shows, would be to include more of these rarities.  After all, we're talking about a band who've recorded over ten albums, meaning they have literally hundreds of songs to choose from (especially when you include B-sides) when picking a set list.  As much as it's good that the band are aware that they have casual listeners in the audience who will be expecting the well-known singles, rather than obscure tracks they've never heard, it does sometimes feel like the Manics veer too closely on the side of caution.  Purely from a personal point of view, I wouldn't mind songs such as It's Not War (Just The End of Love) and Your Love Alone Is Not Enough being dropped to make way for some lesser played album tracks from the band's back catalogue.  There's still Design For Life, You Stole The Sun From My Heart and other such crowd-pleasing staples to placate the casual listeners with, after all.  Whilst songs like It's Not War... might have been commercial successes, the fans have heard them plenty of times, now.  I think it's time to mix the set list up a bit and throw in a few more surprises.

But that is a trivial moan about a gig that was full of energy, excitement and musical punch.  The Manics are still relevant, still brash and ever-so-slightly OTT, still musically fantastic and, as far as I'm concerned, still the best band on the bloody planet.  They get five out of five stars from me and they always will.  Shh, I'm allowed to be biased, it's my blog.  ;-)

If you get a chance to see them, go.

And if you've not had the chance to see the band live, don't fret; I made you a little vlog, so you can experience them for yourself:

Click, click, click, click, click.  Click yourself over (to YouTube).

I'll end this blog with a few more pictures from the gig.  Enjoy!