I shared it, I tweeted it. No shares, no comments, no faves, no retweets, no listens. I worked hard on this 36 seconds. Someone fucking appreciate it, goddammit!
I really can't think of what to do. I read an extensive article on marketing for introverts last night. The advice? Get over it for a few hours every day and do the usual marketing shit. Do you know why I don't do the usual marketing shit? Because it makes you come off like a douchebag. Like all you care about is money and your "art", whatever it is, is just a means to the end of money. No matter how skilled, a marketer always comes off like a used car or snake oil salesman. All they talk about is their brand and how valuable their time is. I'm not a brand, I'm a human. And my ideas and execution of them is what I consider valuable. And I'm not after money, I'm after exposure. So typical marketing is not for me. Some aspects, yes. I can advertise myself fairly well, it just doesn't seem to work for me. And it's not like I'm getting negative feedback.
It all gets back to the invisible thing. I am invisible online. Mostly.
I got hassled by some Limbots (Rush Limbaugh fanatics) on Twitter last night. Blocked about 7 people. They were trying to connect me with an account of a Kansan girl with bipolar. It's cute they think I'm bipolar. It takes more than devastating mood swings to power this train. Even they didn't listen to the Soundcloud link they were passing around, not even to go and leave annoying comments. Even to my enemies, my artistic voice is invisible.
Okay, I just did an art thing, it didn't work. But I've broken open the 16"x16" canvas boards now, so I have no excuse not to knock out a few paintings this weekend. I've got a bunch of abstracts building up in me. I could let them out and run wild on the canvas boards. I've got a dozen of them. I thought of making all 12 connect in pattern/theme, but that idea bored the hell out of me.
Listen, if we're friends on Facebook, and it is your inclination to see me win at something using my talents, please share my Soundcloud and Clammr links. I'll try to keep them short and sweet. And no dirty language, you are exempted from helping me promote the Pussy Poem. That one sells itself. It got a 9.2 out of ten in the slam I performed it in. Some 30+ uses of the word pussy. And it's funny. But don't worry about that one. Just . . . please help me. I'm asking. Taking a chance. I'm doing that a lot lately. I Tweeted Amanda Palmer my Soundcloud link today, asking her to listen to my noise, letting her know that any feedback would be "mind blowing". It's her own fault for writing that damned book. Read that book. I'm only 38% through it, and it has totally changed my attitude toward my art.
For my part, I will start looking for a human or two near me that attend the rounds of open mics and general readings down town and make friends with them and eventually go back to performing. Because of my teeth, I'm really tempted to do a Sia thing and face away from the audience, but I can't. I must connect with my audience. Make eye contact, check reactions, hear murmurs. Maybe I'll get a veil, that should go well with my typical cross-dressing. Maybe I can get a flannel veil.
