The CD Baby store is no more. Aghast nobodies, and semi-nobodies such as yours truly, are now left bereft of a place in which to send their many passionate fans to sate their unquenchable desire for our latest product. This means if I want to move any product, or my music as I sometimes call it, I must do so myself.
I am deeply ambivalent about this.
I am not a naturally born salesman, and if I were, I would have don't much better the couple of months I sold vacuums back in the bad old days before I realized I wouldn't become the next Peter Gabriel, and went back to engineering. I did write and record in yon days, but I had no way to turn that into any recognizable product that I thought might appeal or sell to the general public.
Fast forward many years.
Like many thousands of artists, I glommed on to the CD Baby bandwagon (huh, huh, get it?) and did poorly, but I did have some sales both physical and digital, and I'm sorta maybe kinda known at this point in my late blooming career. I retired from engineering after 40 years, if you're curious. Now, as I still maintain my own website, mrprimitivemusic.com, it is incumbent upon me to figure this out and setup my own bustling e-commerce page.
I'm not thrilled, but it may be the only way to unload the remaining CDs I have outside of giving them away or gifting their disposal on my kids once I depart this mortal coil. On the plus side, I have resisted the urge to purchase many things like T-shirts and other geegaws that I have no plausible way of unloading without taking a financial bath. To that end, I feel for the struggling bands that loaded up for tours that have now been cancelled and the merc they may not be able to sell and the money they were counting on from those sales.
However, if I somehow get my s**t together it may be possible for some of you, if so inclined to buy an autographed CD from yours truly, the artist.
Again, maybe.
©2020 David William Pearce
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