I have a Youtube channel. I know, I know, everyone has a Youtube channel. It’s all the rave nowadays. All the cool kids have one (I do not fall under this category obviously).
There’s nothing serious about mine, it’s just for kicks. And, also a way to show off my big forehead because it too deserves love, attention, and admiration.
The main theme of the channel is football, which is by far my favorite topic ever. Don’t get me wrong. I love talking about books, about economics, the environment, evolution, about religion, about different cultures, about healthy eating, and physical exercise. But football is above all of these.
Hold up! Let me make myself very clear.
I love talking about football, but the most epic conversations, the ones I find most alluring and compelling are those that usually revolve around food and/or sex. Luckily, discussions on these topics, especially the latter, occur mainly inside my own head. I would not want to pollute any of you innocent souls with that kind of filth.
So, it’s food, sex, and THEN football, got it?
So, yeah. It’s a vlog on football and the elements that keep me interested in the game. I just blab on and on about what I found amusing, bemusing, offensive, or impressive about teams and individual players. Don’t forget the hot players with the nice beards, and the long hair.
I have been doing it for months, and it’s just so much fun. It’s like having a conversation with the mirror and having the luxury of your mirror record every single one of those conversations for future reference. This awes me for some weird reason, and I am not going to stop doing it anytime soon.
But, I have recently introduced another aspect to the vlog. A scary aspect about myself that I thought was only for me. An aspect that I had sworn I would never let anyone see until I stumbled upon the quote below:
‘If you are a gifted person, it doesn’t mean that you gained something. It means you have something to give back.’- Carl Jung.
I don’t consider myself a really gifted singer, but there’s something there, and if you struggle to listen through, you can find it. I’ve always found it, and for as long as I can remember, it’s always been my special treat for me. I sing when I’m sad, I sing when I’m happy, I sing when I’m running on empty just to get myself fired up again. I sing when I am anxious, I sing when I’m bored, and I even sing when I’m horny. I sing when I’m trying to get over something, something painful or embarrassing. I’m just constantly singing, and I have been doing it obsessively for years.
But then I came across the quote above, and it made me feel a little bit guilty. I have never really tried to share this particular gift of mine, even though we all agree that it is quite small.
It’s quite sad really because small gifts can have a huge impact (I’m not saying my singing will).
Anyway, that is why I decided to start doing rookie covers of some of the songs that have made me happy over the years. Maybe there is someone who’ll like my singing and my song collection, and it will make their day just a little bit better. Maybe there is someone who’ll find some solace in my voice like I have; maybe this is the small gift the universe intended me to give to someone else.
I don’t know; just maybe. What I do know is that I’m having a blast practicing and doing the covers. It’s just one more good thing in my life.
On that note, here’s the playlist of the covers I have done so far. Feel free to laugh it’s allowed. It’s a small gift, but it’s what I have, and it’s what I can afford to give back…