A mid-level music executive in the 1980s beams, rollerblading from the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir to his apartment in the Village, Boy George blasting (thanks to Mega Bass) from a proprietary Walkman given as a gift by a Japanese friend. Things have been remarkably good for him and his over the last 50 years. The industry—created basically as a means to sell phonographs—ended up providing so much more (and much more fun: a megaphone into the souls of the world, as rock 'n' roll became electrified noise and that noise became blood, pumping the heartbeat of a generation. And, through financial monarchy and shrewd planning, the executive in those ridiculous nylon shorts has held his vise-like grip around its every means of creation and dissemination the... More >>>