Touring in a beat-up van with 4 of the craziest SOB's you’ll ever
meet…
That’s the rock n roll dream.
And back in the 80’s it was all there for the taking.
Sex, drugs and rock n roll—on
demand.
These days? I STILL live life like a rockstar but…
● I don’t have a recording contract…
● I don’t have to rely on song royalties…
● And I don’t even have to play a
single lick on my guitar…
Right now... I have other means...
I don't know how you found this page.
But what you're about to see and hear...
… is gonna blow your mind like Sgt. Peppers did when
it first came out.
This ain’t No American
Idol...
This is 'The Beatles at Shea Stadium'... 'Jimi at
Woodstock'... 'Cobain at Reading Festival'...
Because right here... on this page you'll find out
how to generate the money you need...
For whatever you need... at will...
I’m talking about..
Now it’s vital to know who you’re listening to
whenever somebody makes a bold claim like that... so let me give you the short and long of
it.
Ever heard of Larry David -- the creator of
Seinfeld?
He’s the comedian’s comedian.
A comedy genius -- living off endless royalties from TV syndication
-- and yet… he never made it big at stand-up.
Well... a lot of folks say that was me
back in the 80’s.
Rock stars looked up to me… household names wished they had my
talent… and my global fanbase was RABID.
But… I never quite made it into the big
leagues.
Never had that stroke of luck to catapult my band
'Suspicion' into the stratosphere.
It just wasn’t meant to
be.
But being well-respected and ‘on the inside’ had its perks.
I knew everyone who was anyone.
The lead singers of Van Halen… Aerosmith… even Guns ‘n’
Roses…
Anybody with big hair… giant riffs… and a weakness
for 18 year old groupies…
Funny...
Back then everybody wanted to live the dream.
And everybody was copying everybody else.
(Remind you of IM right now?)
New “hair metal” bands used to spring up every
day.
Everybody getting together with their stoner buddies to form the
‘next big thing’.
And it never quite worked out.
Just like this “making money” thing isn’t working out for
you.
And back in the 80’s nobody was more stubborn
than me.
Some concert promoter refuse to book me?
I’d snap at his heels until he made me the opening
act.
I’d always find a way
in.
Kinda like how I made it online.
I kept knocking at the door.
Eventually.... the internet gave way..
And when it did.
The flood was uncontrollable...
Now I know that to live the rock star dream… you don’t HAVE to be a
rock star.
It's not the guitar licks... it's not the studio bust ups... it's not
even the legions of groupies doing unspeakable things to you in the back of a tour
bus...
There's only one thing that make you a true
rock n roll star...
Ever want to trash a hotel room?
Have a different woman every night?
It’s done.
Because once you've tasted $7000 bottles of wine...
… once you’ve spent your time globe-trotting from one
tropical paradise to another...
… once you’ve smoked the finest Cuban cigars
overlooking the Mediterranean...
You'll NEVER turn back to ANYTHING that
requires waking up before noon again...
Not when you've tasted the life of a Rock Star…
That much I promise you..
But it’s no wonder you’ve yet to experience that lifestyle.
How could you when the guru’s force-feed you “B-sides” all day
long?
And you can’t blame the contestants.
Those poor, hopeful girls and boys are like little lambs to the
slaughter.
They think they can rock it…
But let’s be honest... their auditions suck the Fat
One.
I get you. I really do.
You’re lied to by every sales page out there.
And guess what?
It won’t ever stop.
That’s the crying shame of it all.
Just like you can’t stop people from trying to be MegaStars…
You can’t stop marketers from being posers…
It’s embarrassing.
Ready for a different flavor...
Taste the Mick.
I do this sh*t for a living.
Go ahead – Google me. Mick Moore.
I’m a rarity.
Because my success is real. And so is the success of
my students.
And guess what..the story is too.
I’m all over the net… my rock history with
Suspicion AND my success making money online.
Wanna hear my stuff? Get ready ( and kids...
cover your ears!)...
I’m real and you’re going to dig what I’ve
got for you.
But six-figure success online didn’t happen straight away.
I had to drag myself outta the rock graveyard first…
… at rock-bottom prices.
Ebay was going to be my savior.
If I could just shift some of these awards… signed LPs and maybe even
some of my old costumes…
I could make enough cash to pay the rent for another
month.
But my prized Keith Richards black Les Paul?
Selling that was gonna hurt like getting getting my heart
trampled by a Metallica mosh-pit.
I had to get out of eBay purgatory so I headed to a party in downtown
LA.
I hit up a show... it was Black Crowes and they were
just hitting their stride.
So I head backstage... Naturally...
I've been going backstage for pretty much half of my
life...
When I get there... all the regulars are there too...
All my security buds and a mob of groupies... I go say hi...
Believe me... you watch these girls grow up if you go to enough of
these shows...
This gal Crystal runs up and gives me a crazy bear hug--- wraps her
legs around me...
Crystal was special... I watched out for her... we were tight.
We start chatting about the shows she's seen
lately.
and I spot this guy at the party… totally out of
place… fish out of water.
Crystal spots him too...
We nod... and decide to be naughty and give him “our
little routine”...
Crystal heads over... and in no time he's in her
trance...
She bends over a roadcase and pours
herself a drink...
She continues with a wink and a smile
“Ya know.. when you’re backstage... you get special
backstage treatment...”
The poor guy… couldn’t even
respond...
He was floored...
We couldn’t hold back... and started
laughing.
I begin to feel bad, so I go over to the guy…
“Hey man... I’m sorry ‘bout my friend."
“Don’t sweat it” he laughs.
I’m impressed. This guy
could have been a sore ass loser... but he took it all in stride.
I respect that.
“What’s your name man?”
“Bill McRea."But damn… I wish
it was Mick Moore”, he said with a grin.
“Whaddya mean bro?”
“Dude… you’re the rock star…I want your lifestyle
man!”
So this is where I start to think he’s a stalker or one of those
crazy psycho-types and then he whispers…
“… and I want chicks like that!”
Looks like I was going to have to educate this poor delusional
guy.....
“Buddy, you don’t want to be me. The dream is over man.
I’m broke… Gotta sell my sh*t on eBay to keep body and soul together...
He looked deflated. And then he pipes up…
“Ya know Mick… there’s better ways to make money on the internet than
eBay, man”
I liked this guy’s style.
“Done deal” I said.
“Check this out…” he pulls out his phone right
there...
He’s showing me ridiculous amounts of money. Flooding in with
each passing minute...
Then he tells me how he does it...
No clue what he’s talking about at the time, but I wasn’t going to
kill his thunder...
So I did polite head nods.
● He talks about auto-submitting 50,000 articles each
month…
● About bringing in
six-figures a month in media buys… which winds up being completely FREE advertizing...
● About turning all that into
a relentless traffic juggernaut…
And how it could give me immediate access to crowds of buyers an eBay
campaign could only dream of.
All I had to do was plug-in a URL. A single domain
name of my choice.
This sh*t was making my head spin.
“I’ll show you how to do it Mick” he says “but you
gotta play your part too...”
"You gotta hook me up with your friend
Crystal"
“Ok listen. Crystal isn’t some Internet
buddy... I said.
I can’t just plug you in! But here’s
what YOU could do...”
I told him Crystal was a pure "out and
out" rock chick.
I mean... mention anything "80’s metal", she would go
weak at the knees.
And there was this one guitar she’d been
drooling over for months.
A Pink Hello Kitty
Guitar!
She practically licked the store window whenever we
walked past.
So I told him...
“All that money you’re making?
Buy her this Axe and she’s yours
forever...”
Couple days later I get a phone
call...
It's Crystal...
“Mick... you won’t believe what I'm holding in my
hands right now!”
Remember that guy from the Black Crowes show? They
guy we sorta punked?
Well turns out... he is totally f-ing bad
ass...
We passed by the Guitar Shop on the way to get
some drinks...
I did my normal drooling... You know that guitar
I freaking love... well he got it for me!!!
“He said he knows you pretty well too”
“Yeah Crys... he's a good dude... an old friend... I
was just messing with him that night...
I'm Happy that you're happy babes”
It was done... He got what he wanted... Now it was my turn to
collect.
Crystal answered the door in a t-shirt to cover
up.
“Been a busy girl?” I said...
She flashes me that smirk I’ve know for years.
Like the cat that ate the Canary.
"Have Bill call me later"... I said.
So I give them a day or two... to you know... get
aquainted...
I finally get a call from Bill...
“Mick!”. “I got something ta show ya... "Wake
up and get over here.”
I cruise over to his place...
He sits me down in front of his Laptop.
“First of all... Crsytal is perfection... THANK
YOU!!!”
“Remember what I said the other night... All you need
is a link?"
"I plugged one in for you...Check this out...”
And he shows me some Clickbank stats...
Notice the ZERO's until the traffic kicked
in?
“I plugged in an affiliate link after the Black
Crowes show.”
“What the...”
“I’m giving you all of the profits” he
said.
“You’re giving me what?”
“This account. It’s yours
bro.”
A Deal is a Deal...
And that was it...
I had my first income stream
online.
“And remember... you only need to plug a new URL into
the system every time you want some extra cash. You dig?”
Now I realized I wasn’t gonna have to sell of my old
rock n roll collection.
That stuff means so much to me.
Whenever I need cash... a fresh new bundle of
green... a few hundred extra bucks a month...
… I just cut and paste a new URL of my choice and
enter it into the system.
Here’s how it works...
At a rock concert, my guitar is plugged into
dozens of amps.
I only have to hit one note and it feeds through those amps all
around the venue.
Just one lick blasts through an army of
amplifiers turning any guitar player into a Rock God...
Just like me ; )
Well... this app is just like that.
You plug in your URL.
Hit ‘start’.
And your site gets BLASTED with wave after
wave of traffic.
Because it doesn’t use just one traffic
source...
I guarantee you’ve never seen anything like
it.
Sorta reminds me of that scene in 'Back To The
Future' where Marty goes to Doc’s house while he’s out and plugs his guitar into the giant amp set-up.
Then slowly... slowly... turns all the dials up to
full blast.
There’s a buzz... a hum of anticipation and
then...
Marty gets blown backwards across the
room.
That’s EXACTLY how this app delivers traffic
to your sites.
2 steps... and 2 steps only.
Plug her in... and let it rip.
Suddenly when you see it rolling in... you’ll know
with certainty that you’ll never again..
Go back to cranking out articles...
Slaving over SEO...
Or sweating over social media ever again.
Depending on whether you went to work or not,today may be the last 9-5 day of work for the rest
of your life.
Because from this day forward... when you need
money,just cut and paste ANY affiliate link... and just watch
the green bar in your Clickbank account grow like Pinnociho’s nose....
Instant Traffic. Instant
Income.
But first, it’s important you understand
something...
… or even have a steady income at any point in my
life.
It’s just not me.
I wasn’t cut out for ‘comfortable’.
So when I started out on this road to online money...
I was completely skeptical.
So I get you...
I get where you’re coming from...
And I know how you must be feeling right
now...
That mixture of hope and cynicism. It’s totally
understandable.
But I want you to think about my journey.
And it all started when I cut and pasted a simple
URL.
I mean... at the time Bill showed me his
creation... I didn’t even ‘get’ WHY I needed traffic or what it could do.
But my eyes have been wrenched open.
And now the internet is a profit-well for
me.
I just paste in my URL and -- boom! -- another income
stream.
You get to send crowds of buying “groupies” direct to
any website you want.
It doesn't even have to be your own.
Got an affiliate link?
Plug it in like your guitar into its amp... and
that's ALL you have to do.
This is important so I'll say it another
way...
All you have to do is plug in your URL and you GET
TRAFFIC.
It's just like having a hit single.
You do the 'work' once. (Although it's a lot
harder to write a hit than it is to cut and paste a URL!)
And then you sit back and collect the
royalties.
You could be sitting right where you are four
years from now... and the money will STILL be rolling in.
Plug in your URL one time. Sit back. And
rack up commissions.
You can thank me later ;)
But please understand -- later is not an
option when it comes to this.
If you’re going to see the Stones, where do you want
to be?
Right there up front so you can see Jagger’s
lips?
Or skulking in the shadows at the back of the
venue... struggling to figure out if that’s Keith or if somebody hired their Grandpa to
play.
You wanna be first in line -- to get the REAL
experience.
And it’s the same thing with the Backstage Pass
Profits App.
You snooze... you lose!
There’s a mass of traffic primed and ready to be
unleashed right now.
Come back later? Someone else will grab your
spot.
And I can’t be sure you’ll get the same volume of
traffic as those who stake their claim right away.
So jump in... the band is about to
play...
We’ve all dreamed of the Rockstar life.
The cash... the fame... the attention that comes with
it...
You can’t put a price on that.
And with the Backstage Pass Profits App...
the cash starts to flood in like rabid groupies when the velvet rope is lifted.
I’m talking SOLD OUT arena money.
Ready or not... this is going to change the entire
industry.
Knock it to the floor like a Guns n Roses
fist-fight.
And it will turn everyone who uses it into an IM
legend.
So if I was to charge what it was actually worth
well... the folks who need it the most wouldn’t be able to afford it.
And that’s not what this is about.
The whole point of this is 'The
Journey.'
I’m slashing the price because I’m not like those
other snakes.
I know what it’s like to hit rock
bottom...
And bottom line? This saved my life.
I’m not taking it for granted and I’m not gonna keep
it all to myself.
That’s not my style. Never has been.
You can ask Crystal.
I’ve always shared my music... my stories... my
apartment... my couch!
And I’ll share this too.
For less than the price of a concert
ticket.
Just $49 gets you in the front
row.
And of course... you can take it for a spin on MY
dime...
You get a full 60 days to check this sucker
out.
Plug in your URL
Hit ‘PLAY’
And watch what happens.
If you’re not blown away by the sudden rise in
traffic (and income) that follows...
If your jaw doesn’t drop through the floor when you
realize how EASY it’s gonna be to rake in the BIG money online...
No problem.
Just hit me up for a full, no hassles
refund.
But that’s just the ‘regular’ guarantee.
The REAL guarantee is
this...
If I can do it, so can you.
If a washed up Rock God can crack the code to making
a fortune online... anybody with a lump of grey matter between their ears can do it too.
Because I sucked.
I sucked at holding down jobs... paying my rent...
keeping my sh*t together.
I was clueless.
So the fact remains... if I can figure this stuff out
-- anybody can.
YOU are qualified.
I may not be a world-renowned musician.
But I live like a
rockstar.
And what you may not know yet...
Is that EVERYONE has a rockstar inside them -- just
waiting to be unleashed.
And when you get to the point where you’re living the
perpetual party...
… you’ll see your inner rock star come to life like
one of those sea monkeys.
Add a little freedom... spice it up with a boatload
of cash... and watch that little sucker grow!
This is your backstage
pass.
This is the moment when you finally cut through the
velvet red rope...
to get to where the good stuff happens.
On the other side of this page?
It’s where the cool, beautiful people hang
out...
Where the beer tastes better...
Where your every desire is taken care
of...
It’s ALWAYS better
backstage.
And this is a permanent backstage pass.
Best part? You never know who you’ll meet
backstage...
Sometimes the mystery is the most exciting
part.
Rock isn’t sold by ability... it’s sold by
ATTITUDE!
The biggest Rockstars weren’t necessarily the best
musicians.
So let me ask you a question...
Are you a musician or a Rock
Star?
You next click decides.
Sincerely,
Mick Moore & Bill McRea
P.S. This is the moment when
everything changes. And the moment only comes once. Never again will you be able to get traffic by
simply pasting an affiliate link.
Ok Mick... I’m ready to
ROCK!
P.P.S. Don’t forget... you get
a full 60 days to ‘unleash the beast’. If your bank account doesn’t increase to the size of a
Guns n Roses bar tab... just drop me a line for a full refund. No questions asked.
I got nothing to lose... Let’s kick out the
jams Mick! Let me in!!!
P.P.P.S. Listen. The
front row is where it’s at. That’s where Jagger secretly winks at you... that’s where you get
to grab the set-list... that’s where you get to see your idols up close...
… and that’s where you get first taste of a new form
of traffic generation. Plug in, tune up and let’s rock...
