Woke up this morning with an idea that actually made me leap out of bed. Not one of those “meh, I’ll think about it later” ideas. Nope. This one hits where I live—35+ years in the live entertainment world, where glamour is a lie and soul-sucking chaos is real.
I pitched it to a few friends. One said, “That’s f***ing genius!” One person. That’s all I needed. Ego = satisfied.
Fast forward nine hours at my desk. I’ve been building, planning, cackling at my own brilliance… and only used 20 Lovable credits. Now I’m down to verifying 170 website links before I upload the database. Because yes, I’m obsessive.
ChatGPT searched for competitors. None exist. Zilch. Nada. So yeah—I’m about to copyright and trademark this thing.
It’s free… for now. Premium features coming later: monthly, lifetime, affiliate links, venue sponsors, ads—basically ways to make money without making anyone hate me.
I’m excited. For two years, I’ve been trying to invent something tied to my job, thinking either nothing existed or the billion-dollar companies were already on it. Spoiler: they weren’t.
I’ll post again when it’s live. And yes—I’ll probably gloat a little.