A friendly acquaintance of mine in my college dorm released his first album on itunes today. He is a remarkably talented singer/songwriter style musician and an animated performer. It seemed like the big news around the campus; I overheard quite the plethora of people talking about it. I really am excited for him and I'm sure he will be handsomely rewarded on itunes by this popularity.
And, cue the angry, whining switch. I, too, have an album on itunes. This album was released exactly 180 days ago from today. This afternoon, I checked my bimonthly sales report online. Since "Seven Sins A Swimming"'s (the title of my album) release, I have sold exactly 9 songs, 7 of which I know are from my brother. This gargantuan popularity of the album has earned me a whopping 6 dollars and 30 cents. There is something extraordinarily deflating about putting nonstop effort into a project that not only used up almost a year of my life, but also gave me a sense of pride and a sense of worth, only to realize that this worth is worth less than seven dollars. So, what's my problem? Am I not getting the word out enough about my album, or does my music simply downright stink? Perhaps, I should die like Michael Jackson did; then, maybe, my popularity and album sales will go up. Anyways, I cannot help but feel an agonizing combination of frustration and jealousy towards my fellow star peer. Am I wrong to feel this way? It sure does feel wrong. I think I'm a drama queen.
