Sean Roane's Epic Rant 1

As usual I have a lot on my mind. I'm constantly thinking about how I can make myself never have to work a stupid job again. How can i stop thinking about negative things from the past? How long until my hard work in the gym starts to show? Will I ever gain enough fans and supporters to be able to make a living off of music? 

I feel like I am losing my mind and my hair is literally getting thinner. As much as I understand the concept of being a spiritual being having a human experience, I still struggle mentally with the hardships of being a human. We live in a society where most of the time to survive you have to spend 8+ hours a day doing something that has nothing with your purpose or spiritual growth. I don't know about you, but I'm going fuckin' crazy! While I'm trying to protect someone else’s assets(I recently resigned) or in a classroom watching someone’s bad ass child, some ridiculous 18-19 year old white boy with minimal talent and turquoise hair is making six figures. Congrats to those type of individuals, I'm not a hater, I'm venting my frustration. 

Another big issue for me is promotion. I have read countless articles and 3 books on how to promote music and gain fans, but those tips and tricks seem to not work for me. The algorithms in social media platforms make it hard for people to see the shit I post and for some reasons there’s never an option to share my posts on facebook. The internet is so saturated with bullshit that I may have to completely go old school and only promote my shit in public places with tangible people. 

I used to believe that If one of the last remaining blogs with any remaining relevance decided to cover me I'd be set. Nowadays, I'm like fuck the blogs! No disrespect to heavy hitters like Dj Booth and Pigeons & Planes, but that blog shit is dead(especially if you're an unknown indie artist like me). These blog sites tend to write about mainstream artists and independent artists with a large following. I'm done submitting my music to these people who probably don't even read my emails. 

Lastly, Id like to rant about these mothafuckin' people in this world. Now, I was never perfect, I fucks up consistently, I'm flawed and I take full responsibility for what happens to me in my life. With that being said... I am tired of people trying to take advantage of my kindness, I'm tired of people giving me unsolicited advice about shit that i already know, I'm tired of chicks blowing my phone up crying, I'm tired of people not knowing when I wanna be left alone, I'm tired of paying for services that deliver my product way late, I'm just tired of stupid, annoying, bullshit ass, fucking people! 

Now, as i sit on my weight bench at my Nana’s house, I reflect on how writing has always been my number one outlet...Not fighting or playing some stupid game or sport. I vent my frustrations and express myself best through the pen. I feel better now. Hopefully, you'll have a better understanding of me and one day you’ll realize that you just read an outline of what my new music is about. 

Talk to you soon...