It was 2006, and I was new to promotion. I had an orgasm after

realizing the opportunities Myspace had. And, no I am not talking about the hundreds of fake female profiles that wanted to meet me since they just moved

into town, or the handful of psychotic girls I met, dated, went on a first and last date with, were 100 pounds heavier than their pictures lead me to

believe, etc. I saw certain artists promoting their music on every artist’s page. Hell, the same rapper posted on 50 Cent’s page, Lil Wayne’s page,

Linkin Park’s page, even the Dixie Chicks’ page for that matter. I picked a random artist like the Dixie Chicks out of curiosity. Oh no, it couldn’t

just be one sentence or a constructive comment with their link at the bottom of the comment, they had to post their URL about 100 times in one comment.

Sometimes, this artist would post the same comment four or five times in the same hour. Of course, they could just enter it into one of the automated

programs as well. I loved seeing all the automated robot messages and comments. They were more robotic than a Mitt Romney or an Al Gore speech. I never saw

one of those rappers get famous. Now, there were rock bands, r & b singers, pop singers, and ukulele players who did it too, but rappers seem to

overwhelmingly do it way more than artists of other genres.

Maybe I should post this on Eminem’s page.

HEY, HEY, check out my new joints! I got more swag than Lil B pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, AND pt. 4! CHECK IT OUT NOW! PLEEEEEEASSSSSEEEEEEEEE!
HEY, HEY, check out my new joints!

I got more swag than Lil B pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, AND pt. 4! CHECK IT OUT NOW!

PLEEEEEEASSSSSEEEEEEEEE!
HEY, HEY, check out my new joints! I got more swag than Lil B pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, AND pt. 4! CHECK IT OUT NOW! PLEEEEEEASSSSSEEEEEEEEE!
HEY, HEY, check out my new joints!

I got more swag than Lil B pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, AND pt. 4! CHECK IT OUT NOW!

PLEEEEEEASSSSSEEEEEEEEE!
HEY, HEY, check out my new joints! I got more swag than Lil B pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, AND pt. 4! CHECK IT OUT NOW! PLEEEEEEASSSSSEEEEEEEEE!

Okay, you get the point. I’m

pissing myself off by reading this. Let’s fast forward to 2012. While you may not do it on Myspace anymore, Facebook, Twitter, and even LinkedIn (Yes, I

changed my password) get idiots on there beating the same dead horse than didn’t work six years ago. Now, you can legitimately contact a writer such as

myself, a magazine such as the one I’m setting up with other writers, network with people, share your knowledge, ask questions, get to know somebody.

It’s a people business. I’m more likely to review and post something that was sent with a well written message or something personally recommended to me.

If they know damn well what I do, and still send just a link. I discard it in my virtual trash. I mean, for all I know, it could contain a virus.


I just hate to be the

Heartbreak Kid…actually, I’m not, that title belongs to Shawn Michaels, but posting on Lil Wayne’s Facebook page which he probably does not even go on,

except for a rare occasion will not get you notoriety (at least good notoriety). Do I promote my work on Facebook and Twitter? Of course I do! I also show

that I am a human being too, and while I’m not posting about my 99 problems, I prove I am not a machine. So, silly spammer/rapper, when you’re submitting

“I got more Swag than Lil B” Pt. 100, send a nice little friendly, personable message. It’s not that hard!