When you want it bad enough..
My name is Jamie, and you want to quit the sadistic Evil rat race, you’re in the right place. As I will be revealing a lot of information that I’ve never revealed before, some of it is so embarrassing to me, actually only my wife and a handful of people super close to me know the details of what I will be sharing with you today. I’ll be giving you a dozen or so golden nuggets in this video, formulated in such a way that if I were to travel back in time to when I first got started, yes, they would be the words of advice that I would give myself.
So if you’re here to learn how to start your own business, I know exactly what your problem is, and I badly want you to succeed so much that on this Saturday, instead of swimming in my pool or doing a barbecue, I’m writing this.
So if you want it bad enough, you’ll watch this rather than whatever you are going to do, okay? If you don’t, then we know why you aren’t successful. You don’t want it bad enough. If you really, and I mean, really need financial success online, all you need to do is watch this video. You don’t need to buy anything, you just need to soak it in. So write notes, do whatever you need to do, but you really need to want this as bad as I did. Now, I said I was going to give you golden nuggets, the actual details, the exact things that you need to be a certified badass online, and I will right now.
But first, I need to reveal a quick story that will explain to you that needing something badly, the drive, the mindset is very important. And this quick true story about my own ambition back in the day will give you the proper perspective. I have told my story on YouTube. I’ve done podcasts where I talk about my history, blah, blah, blah, but I’ve never told this one story that happened right before I started making millions of dollars online. It’s something that was so painful and embarrassing that I block it out. So here it goes. So my father was a professor at a music college in Connecticut. I moved in with him when I was 16 years old, and he had a student, a very pretty 22-year-old girl, a senior in college. Well, I started to date this girl at a very young age. I was 16, so a few years later, we both lived in Manhattan.
The year was 1997, and we started doing music together, recording music together, me and my girl. She graduated with a master’s as an opera singer, and we moved back to Connecticut where we originally met, and me and her also music at a school together. We were madly in love. So we started producing an album, and my father and me actually wrote a few songs. He played violin on the recording. So this album that we produced, her singing, me rapping, it ended up a masterpiece. And everyone thought, so my father lent me the money for a laptop and to manufacture this album, her very wealthy father even financed an album release party for us. We were in the paper, it was magnificent. She gave birth to my son two weeks before Y 2K. So now I had a tight relationship and album and a son with this woman.
We moved in with my dad into his condo apartment. Now, my father had a student who was about 12 years old or so, Julian and his father was an eccentric old man. His name was Donald Heller, who did our website for the band. Now, I set up shop in the basement, and I thought that I was going to start a record label. I started learning how to edit videos so I could do music videos for our songs. Then I thought I should start an actual band. And so I invited my friends into the band to start performing the music live. Now, the music was very complicated, especially the drums. So I figured I wouldn’t be able to find a drummer who could play it, right? So I wrote all of the music and I taped all the music to cardboard actually, and set it up on a music stand, rehearsing, learning the pieces on the drums.
So we started rehearsing at my friend’s house. We had the band, and also we had an entire string quartet. So it was like a 10 piece band. After a few months, we got to the point where it sounded amazing, and we were just at the point that we could start performing. Every day. She would teach music at a school down the street, and I would watch my son, who was now around one years old, my friends, including my guitarist, Rob, would hang out with me and help out sending out CDs to radio stations. But then one day, me and my girl got into a fight over one of my singers. His name was Jay. She didn’t want him in the band anymore. Now, Jay was amazing, and I told her, heck no, I couldn’t kick out Jay. So I went to go to the bedroom one night, and the door was closed.
I knocked on the door and my girl wouldn’t let me in. So the next day, she moved out and into her dad’s house. It was March, 2001. So I was lost without her, and my 1-year-old son, now, her dad’s family kept telling her that I would never amount to anything. I was uneducated and I was without a college degree. I was up against that. Now, my friend Rob, who was helping me with the band, he stopped coming over to help. Everything seemed weird, out of control, rehearsal stopped. I didn’t know what was going on. So about a month went by where I was sleeping by myself at my dad’s. Now, she would drop my son off every Friday, and I would watch him. He would sleep over, and she would take off. I don’t know where. I thought it was weird. So one day, just out of instinct, I put my son in the car seat, and I drove down to Rob’s house on a Saturday morning, and there was her car parked outside.
She left me for Rob, my girl, my baby mama, my musical partner of six years. The love of my life since I was 16 years old. I was wrecked. I was out of my mind as well. I was going insane over this. I was devastated. So many things were going through my head, my woman that I loved, the jealousy of her being with somebody else, and I had the band. Now, the band, what’s going to happen with that and my son? What’s going to happen with my son? So aside from all that, of course, I wanted to get famous. I wanted to make millions, and I wanted to do it with this cd. We had 5,000 copies. I told my dad we needed to get a credit card machine. We looked it up in the phone book as we both didn’t use the internet yet.
We were very anti internet. So we got a quote from a bank. It was $800 for this machine, and we didn’t have $800. So I scrapped up change for gas, and I left to drive down to the city in my 1991 Toyota Camry with a backpack full of around 25 copies of my album CDs, and I’m thinking, I’ll sell them on the street for $10 a piece. So here I was without my girl an album. I spent so much time recording. I parked on the street near sixth Avenue and 12th Street. I walked down to Gray’s, papaya hotdog on the corner of eighth Street and sixth Avenue. It’s not there anymore. I started to play my album on a boombox, and I took out a stack of my CDs in an attempt to sell them. A couple other rappers walked up, and I ended up giving them one for free.
That’s when I packed it up to go home. I was a lousy salesman. I just gave up. I couldn’t do it. Me and a couple friends who stayed loyal to me, one of them was eog. We filmed that music video in his tattoo shop. You might’ve seen it. We tried to keep the band going, but because my girls’ vocals were all over it, it just didn’t work. So I was devastated. To make matters worse, she wouldn’t really talk to me. And communication about my son was pretty messed up. So I went to a lawyer and I had her served for a paternal petition, they call it. So she moved to Utah with my son because her mom’s family lived out there. Her father had freaked out over the serving of legal stuff and financed her move. Now, I really lost her at this point. I was so upset.
I was so angry. I went over one day to Rob’s friend’s house to buy a bag of weed, and he had found out that one of my loyal friends recorded him, and we put him on a song and the intro, and long story short, he punched me in the face 20 times. The next day, my face looked like I got hit by a truck. So I figured I’d start over nine 11 and I’m rock bottom. So my friend Jesse Brooks, who I knew from New York City, told me he was going to move to Staten Island and wanted a roommate. I wanted my son back, and I knew it would take money. I was pissed. I wanted revenge on Rob. So my friend Jesse told me he’s moving in with an Israeli Mossad agent. So I moved in. I started working at Sam Ash, and then I got into Elias Arts, which was a corporate music studio that did music for commercials, except I was the errand boy, and I couldn’t stand it.
I started trolling everyone, and I got fired after 45 days. Now, remember the eccentric old man, Donald Heller, I told Donald he had to teach me how to build websites because employment wasn’t working out. So Donald showed me it was freaking easy. So again, I wanted this bad. Oh hell no, I’m not going to produce an album for this girl. Rehearse my ass off to play these impossible drum and bass songs on drums, and then drive down to the city to try to sell my units on the street. I’m not going down without a fight. So this was my drive. I would take that fairy every morning thinking about Rob, thinking about my girl, thinking about how I lost my family, and all I had was hate. All I had was anger. I had nothing else. How could I force myself into a new life like this alone in Staten Island after a certain direction, I thought I was going.
But see, Jesse never moved into this house. It was just me and the Mossad agent guy, and we didn’t get along. So I moved into an apartment in Queens with my father’s student, Justin. I started dating a new girl, another student of my dad’s who would later divorce me in 2016. This is the song where I’m on Skull Island crying and whining about what happened. Anyway, it was 2005, and I had lived in New York City now for three years. Well, I went online for the first time, and I registered best beats online.com, and I got a host Gator baby package, but I had one problem. Credit card machines were $800. So I did a search on Google ClickBank, what’s that? And then I did a search on Google, how to get internet traffic, google cash.com affiliate marketing, and the rest was history. But best beats online.com didn’t work.
I was selling each beat for too much money. So I gave up practically, and I made it 30 bucks to get all of the beats, and that’s when Beats 365 was born. Now, it was time for payback, right? I flew out to Salt Lake City and my son was like, who are you? He was like two years old. He was calling another guy dad. But I kept creating more sites. I kept selling more stuff for commission, using AdWords, Craigslist, and I only had Google for information, and there was hardly any information on this stuff. I had to experiment. I wasted eons of time. But when something doesn’t work, you simply don’t do it again. It’s the process of elimination. I was making all this money, but still didn’t have upsells. I didn’t have email marketing. I wasn’t in big niches like biz op yet. I was in these easy niches like music lessons and drum machines, and some dating eBooks I wrote that hardly had any competition, so it was dirt cheap and no competition.
But I kept flying out to Salt Lake City, and my son started to understand I was his dad, not the dirty hippie that eventually crashed my ex-wife’s car. Fast forward five years later, I bought a 6,000 square foot house in Monroe, Connecticut, and my ex-wife let my son move in with me. My son started filming all my videos, helping me out. I started to teach how to do this. I started doing webinars twice a week, and by now, people had YouTube, they had Facebook, they had Warrior Forum. But everyone was insanely jealous, and I still didn’t know what I know now. Now what I’m getting at is I don’t know what you were going through, but if you really wanted as bad as I wanted it, you need to have the same mindset that I had. If I wasn’t broken, I wouldn’t have become a machine desensitized, numb to pain, loneliness and isolation.
Were fine. That’s what it takes. Now, sometimes I close my eyes and I imagine what would happen if I had a time machine and I traveled back to 2004 when I had first moved to Queens, starting my online business. It’s a daydream. It’s a fantasy. I would say to myself, Jamie, what I’m about to tell you will make you millions very fast. No experimenting, no wasting your time. Just straight to the point. Do not throw stuff at the wall. Do not experiment. Just do these things because what you are doing is throwing away millions. You are forfeiting millions of dollars, and if you don’t do these things, you are a clown. You don’t deserve it. Then. Now, I didn’t have gambling problems, and I didn’t play lottery or go to the casino. My father always taught me that it didn’t work and instilled that into my head at an early age.
So all I knew was stand at grazed, papaya, sell units. But what if you didn’t have to stand at g Grey’s, papaya, and you could put up a webpage or an ad on Craigslist? Well, what would I be selling? Digital products only lists of things. Domain names eBooks and heck, there’s something called an affiliate link, and you’ve got YouTube. You privileged spoiled brat. I didn’t have YouTube. I had Google. And when you did a search, you got some wack ass webpage and had to read. So here it goes. Here’s the advice I would give myself. Number one, only do niches that you know about. Don’t bullshit. Keep it real. Be authentic. If you could be an authority in that niche, do the niche. Number two, only niches that you can’t get for free. Competition ruins the conversion. Number three, there’s something called an agency model.
You remember how you used to record wrappers in your father’s basement? You could build people’s websites online, create a menu like you got a restaurant, but you cook up digital services. You can also do advertising for people and companies too. It’s a good side hustle. And number four, yeah, you got the sales page in the thank you page, but make that thank you page. Another more high priced sales page. It’s called an upsell. So if you sell something for $30, make the upsell a hundred dollars. You can have 2, 3, 4 upsells. You are throwing away money without it. And number five, start building an email list. You can send out broadcast to your subscribers and customers and sell more stuff. Number six, you can sell your business. This is called an exit strategy. Use eBay to do so. Number seven, you could buy YouTube accounts and websites for traffic.
Number eight, you should do a product launch with a sales contest for a week. Recruit affiliates and pay prizes. And number nine, you don’t need to work super hard on graphics and videos. Work hard on something. It’s called a USP, unique Selling Proposition. And number 10, never hire anyone who’s going to come to your house to work in your house. They’re going to steal from you. And number 11, never get married. Divorce is going to be a nightmare. As the judge won’t understand your business model and say you have zero expenses, you’re going to have to pay alimony based off your gross income. It’s going to make things super hard for you. And number 12, don’t take shit from anyone. Everyone is a psycho. There’s something in the water. Empathy doesn’t grow on trees. So Halloween, 2009, my friends from Connecticut, my old band came down to New York City.
I told them I couldn’t come out. I had just had my first million dollar launch using a merchant account. So all the money fell into my bank. I was responsible for over a thousand customers in one week’s time. I was bugging. I told them I couldn’t come out to play. This was the new reality, and that should be yours. The isolation that I went through talking to myself, only possible with the background that we just talked about. I fought for my friend Jay in the band when my girl wanted to kick him out.
20 years later he was facing numerous charges after police say he went on a rampage inside a Connecticut mall.
So I teach this stuff, right? I let you in on it. I sacrifice to give you this information. But the reality is that people just don’t want it bad enough. They’re just playing games. They’re more interested in shiny fucking objects. They’re consumers. They don’t want to hear it. It wasn’t hard to get my first sale, okay? It was hard to not know about it for so long. So once I tell you this, will you skip all of the other bullshit, all the static, all the idiots in your ear telling you that you’re wasting your time? Because I know that you’ve got something in your life as painful as what I went through, channel it into millions. If it wasn’t painful enough for you to close the door and throw your phone into the wall so people don’t call that rhymes, then maybe a nine to five is comfortable enough for you. But I’ll tell you one thing, I won’t let people waste my time. I love seeing my students become millionaires with my help. They’re like my kids, but I don’t like gambling junkies that waste my time and spit on my sacrifice. So don’t let me down. I take it super seriously. So ask questions about this story. Ask me questions about the history of events and carry this torch. Thank you.
