Alex Day The World Found Him

The thing about being famous is that a LOT of people have to know you are, in order for you to be classed as it. And the idea is that you've done something incredible, or are very good at your profession, or are a generally successful human being, so people think "Yeah fair play, they're an asset to the planet, so therefore I shall scream their name henceforth." Generally, that's the idea. You have a proper reason to be famous. Note, proper. But now, anyone can become famous. Exhibit A: Amy Childs. Exhibit B: Kim Kardashian. Exhibit C: Jedward. WHAT HAVE THEY DONE? Eff all, that's what. They're still famous. But not successful IN something to BECOME  famous. They're just successful at being famous. The notion of being famous has been inverted.

(i'm getting to a point with this. a sharp point that will hit you and make you go 'oooh!' and agree, or whatever)

Therefore, there are many people who SHOULD be famous, but aren't. There are people who have achieved incredible things, and tried so hard in achieving their incredible thing, but end up overlooked. A prime example of a person like this is Alex Day.

Alex Day is famous...

THIS IS ALEX DAY'S FACE

...to a few. Mostly, to me. To the whole country, and whole world, he's not. But he should be. Join me, and let's cast our minds back to 1989...hold on...I'm a bit jammed in 1993...my mind won't go back any further...never mind...go on without me and I'll just call out the story...you there yet? No, back a bit more. Yeah that's it. One more month. April, yeah. 8th. Not sure what time, but s'alright, time's a bit wibbly wobby anyway. All set? Right. Alex Day was born in 1989 in Essex (WAHAY) and lived a normal non-famous childhood. Pretty standard child, OR SO WE THOUGHT. Ooooh tension. When he was 17 he started a YouTube account, when YouTube was still pretty new. He started a band or two, wrote a song or many, created hilarious videos, ripped the shit out of Twilight, and was NICE. That's what you don't see every day. Niceness. Pure niceness. And Alex has it.

Now, he has over 480,000 subscribers, and his videos have a total of over 67,000,000 views. He is phenomenal. But still normal. Not famous to the mainstream media. So far, that's sufficed for him. Alex has a massive following of stalkers supporters and creating videos is now his full time job, along with making music. In November of this year, he wrote a song which he believes in. Not a cover, or a silly song, but a proper song which he has actual trust in to be big. It's called Forever Yours, and it's a bit bloody good. So he released it, unsigned, and made a music video alongside it. Did you catch the 'unsigned' bit? Remember that for later. 


BUT THAT'S NOT ALL. Alex thought it'd be great if he could try and get to Christmas Number 1, to show that mainstream music isn't all that and there are hidden artists who can do equally as well. 'lol' said iTunes, 'good luck with that' said his friends, 'YEAH WE CAN DO IT!' said his nermie army, 'ANYTHING FOR YOU ALEX I'D SELL A KIDNEY OR TWO OR THREE' said the stalkers. And so, Forever Day was announced...

                   Watch this before you read on. See why he's amazing now?


Sunday 18th December 2011 was the planned day that everyone would buy Forever Yours and all the remixes, to see how far up the chart he could go, and how much money he could raise for the charity World Vision. See, he's even CHARITABLE. WHAT A LOVELY GUY. He had a week. A decent period of time to make his way up. What happened next was totally unexpected and, quite frankly, incredible.


In one day, Forever Yours got to Number 4 in the charts. The actual real proper mainstream charts. 'wtf' said DJs, 'oh' said iTunes, 'well played' said his friends,  'TAKE ME ALEX. I DID THIS. YOU NEED ME. I NEED YOU. LOVE ME.' said the stalkers, 'who?' said everyone else. With no label, no publicity, no knowing from the majority, Forever Yours was Number 4 due to purely social media. That being the fancy term for YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook. He didn't need anyone else. He started by himself, making little videos, and making music about Doctor Who, and slowly, being the amazing person he is, he built a following who dared to challenge mainstream media. Radio 1 and Capital FM are just two of the radio stations who ended up playing Forever Yours in their chart show on Sunday, and both bluntly had to ask Alex on air who he was. A moment in history. An unsigned artist in the chart.

Ace, right? But he still hasn't done what he set out to do in the first place. Become Christmas Number 1. To do that, he needs a much bigger following and much bigger knowing. Think of him as Jesus. There you go. It's Christmas, how fitting. Alex is Jesus and has followers, who are spreading the word of Lord. Lord Alex. (Alex, if you're reading this, ((firstly, HIYA!)) you're not actually a Lord. Stand down, take the crown off, and the cape..oh wait...you have in fact bought a Lordship. Fair enough. As you were...) This is what I'm doing. Telling you all about the awesomeness of Alex. If Rage Against The Machine could do it in 2009, then Alex Day can do it in 2011. But this time, with more of a positive reason. To raise amazing amounts for charity and just do something unexpectedly AMAZING for someone so lovely and deserving. Personally, I look up to him because he's achieved everything I dream of and he's part of the reason I started this blog in the first place. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am now. That's one hell of an influence. 

The online world has been like a springboard platform for the likes of Alex and me, and anyone who's been successful from blogging/vlogging/onliney internetzy stuff. In 20 years time, anyone who's famous will have originated on the internet. This is solid proof of that.  

TO CONCLUDE (yeah this blog's got professional sections, and what), if there's anything you take from reading this, just KNOW Alex Day. Know who he is. Then listen to Forever Yours, watch the video, fall in love with him on his YouTube channel, and buy the song. For me. For him. FOR EVER YOURRRRRRRRRS.

BUY HERE: http://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/forever-yours-single/id480168442 

When you spell things wrong, I check my keyboard to find out how close the letters to see whether it's an acceptable mistake.

I don't wanna be one of those twats who doesn't blog for ages then does a comeback blog like, "OHHHH I'M SO SORRYYYYYY, DID YOU MISS MEEEEEEE, I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN AGES HAHAHAHAHA SILLY MEEEEEEE" expecting everyone to be like "OH BABE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEEEN, I'VE BEEN PULLING MY HAIR OUT OVER YOUR WHEREABOUTS, I THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE DIED OR SOMETHIIIIIIIIIIIING LOLOLOLOL" when no one actually gives a shit.

But Google's PISSING ME OFF and I thought what better way to ironically blog about them. You can get paid if you blog enough, by AdSense, which I set up as soon as I hit 18. Because I need money. Because I am poor. Because I spend all my money on jumpers Karen Gillan wears so I can pretend I'm her. I live a sad, sad existence. I genuinely wonder daily why I have any friends. I was asked to go out tonight to get drunk with Tim (who will go batshit mental that I've mentioned him in this, because he's badgered me for long enough), because that's what all the cool people do, apparently. My excuse what that I was watching One Direction in my Karen Gillan jumper, playing Solitaire WITH ACTUAL CARDS and listening to S Club 7.

The rest of my time I've spent building up good karma, taking Gen to meet Noel Fielding for her 18th,

and taking Sarah backstage at Chattyman to see Steps. (EFFING STEPS. Don't get me started. I cried.)

Suddenly it was December and I woke up this morning with an advent calendar on my face. Cheers nan. I asked for the Doctor Who one but A LINDT ONE'S FINE. I even missed my 2 year blog anniversary last month so couldn't bake a necessary cake to mark the occasion.

In all honesty, when I haven't been out in London living the high life like the ultimate partyguuurrrrrrl I am, I've been putting my brain through shit. Serious shit. I've unleashed monsters on it and the poor sod couldn't even put up a fight so tried to ache its way out through my eyes. There are parts of my brain I didn't even know I had to use before A Levels. They're stuck in the depths and I'm TRYING to will them out with bacon, but they're having none of it. Dyed my hair blonde to make it sunnier, but no. Jammed. Don't blame them. IT'S A JUNGLE OUT HERE.

I was talking about earning money. So to pay for all my completely necessary material items, I need the money Google are willing to pay me. But they're not paying because of the PAAAAAAAAAAYMENT THRESHOOOOOOOOLD (say like Peter Dickinson). I click on PAAAAAAAAAAYMENT THRESHOOOOOOOOLD to find out what mine is, but it DOESN'T BLOODY TELL ME. So it's all PAAAAAAAAAAYMENT THRESHOOOOOOOOLDing in my face, but NOT TELLING ME WHAT IT IS. HOW AM I MEANT TO TRY AND GET MY MONEY IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS.

I can't get money, and I don't know when Waitrose Christmas overtime is, and I don't understand Psychology, and my wordcount isn't going up with my EPQ, and I'm denying my Media coursework, and Cardiff uni's teasing me with email's like "We have our decisionnnnnn....BUT WE'RE NOT GONNA TELL YOU JUST YET WE'RE GONNA KEEP YOU IN SUSPENNNSSSSSE BECAUSE IT'S FUNNNNNNNNN tehehehehe" and my room's a MESS and there are locks everywhere in my life AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE BLOODY KEYS ARE. APART FROM CAPS LOCK. QUITE GOOD AT USING THAT ONE.

DON'T JUDGE ME