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Indie Rant # (I Lost Count)

 

Nobody should need anything but their naked eye to see that since the beginning I’ve been hiring publicity teams to promote my music and film work, boost social posts, and find creative placement angles so mainstream media outlets embed my videos, bringing views and visibility.
 
I OPENLY CLAIM THIS.
 
And honestly, it’s just how it works when you are perpetually trying to get your name out there as a relatively unknown independent artist. We’re all out here just doing whatever we can to beat the almighty algorithm and stand out in the crowd.
 
I’ve been managing and funding the entire production of all of my records, videos and tours myself for the past 20 years. There have been a few times where I’ve done that while on a label, but even then I was navigating most of this whole thing solo. And believe it or not, mentally ill gay guys who refuse to stick to a single genre longer than one album cycle and sing openly about their issues related to overcoming sexual trauma and crack addiction aren’t what all A&R reps at every record label are looking for. 👻
 
I’ve been doing all this because I need an outlet to work my shit out, and as a byproduct it has actually helped me build community around things I care deeply about; but I’m the first to admit a lot of my journey both publicly and privately has been more than a little goofy.

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WATCH: Feed Me To The W.T.F. (VIDEO)

I can’t believe it’s been 11 years since this single premiered on MTVLogoVH1 and a bunch of other channels, radio stations, and like…MySpace, I guess?

It was the first time I had ever been on network TV or signed to a major label, and so many people were projecting things onto me at the time, working to mold me, and trying to help fit me into the big game somewhere. Anyone who was tuned in to my nonsense back then will recall, I did not respond well.

“Feed Me To The Wolves” was my first big break, but at its core it’s a song about me trying to survive cocaine addiction, and this video is the last time I would ever be filmed coked out of my mind or drunk. The fact that it was so celebrated at the time — that I was so celebrated in that state of actively, messily, visibly spiraling towards imminent death — seems so curious to me now, over a decade into my recovery.

I was blowing through an 8 ball of coke and drinking at least a fifth of vodka every day, and I showed up to my big break accordingly. I spent $67,000.00 on cocaine in 2007 alone. I was terrible and mean and people thought it was hilarious and marketable.

The crazier I acted, the more folks wrote about me and booked me for shows; and the stranger things got on and off stage at those shows, the more people offered me TV gigs and would come to watch me spin out…but what so many people ended up watching was me canceling performances because I couldn’t remember my words, bailing on appearances at the last minute because my voice quit working (from smoking crack), having my nose begin to die and nearly fall off my face, several public, well-documented overdoses, and eventually (thankfully) disappearing into hospitals and rehabs, emerging well (ish) nearly two years later.

I wish I could go back in time and tell this sad dude to go get help before help is forced upon him in emergency rooms just 18 months later; To not worry about blowing his one shot by pausing the career clock because he ends up blowing his one shot in the end anyway; And that even that’s bullshit because there is no such thing as just one shot, in life or in music.

All that said, I am so grateful for this song, for the peculiar way it continues to find its way into the world all these years later, and how it has ultimately made so many things possible for me, my career, and my life.

Behold: The very last time I ever drank milk.

🖤

 

 


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