Appetite for Self-Destruction by Steve Knopper – For the first time, Appetite for Self -Destruction recounts the epic story of the precipitous rise and fall of. Appetite for Self-Destruction: The Spectacular Crash of the Record Industry in the Digital Age: : Steve Knopper: Books. Steve Knopper. · Rating details · ratings · reviews. For the first time, Appetite for Self-Destruction recounts the epic story of the precipitous rise and.
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Either way, the combination of MTV and Michael Jackson was a one-two commercial punch that began the resuscitation of the record industry. The book did introduce me to the fascinating and elusive — no really, someone is babysitting that Wikipedia page and doing a fine job of it — Clive Calder. Then there was the tricky little matter of Casablanca executives shipping hundreds of thousands of records at a time, with little regard for public demand, and being unprepared when stores returned them.
For most, including myself, the simple answer is that napster and file sharing destroyed the industry. Very well written tale of modern recording industry and its ups and downs.
In fact, he says, the channel couldn’t wait to play the Thriller videos. Even so it’s worth sticking with, despite its dry, acedemic style it even has summary sections like any good text book as it’s a decent summary of the decline of the music business, even if the conclusions won’t come as a self-dedtruction surprise to anyone in any way interested in popular music.
Knopper is inordinately preoccupied with giving name dropping character studies of record executive excess, and largely devoid of insight into how the industry got left so far behind. Trivia About Knoppee for Self Hot Knoppper “You Sexy Thing”? My older brother, a station intern, brought them home by the boxload. In time, this rift can only grow unless properly bandaged. Artists self-destrucction that the record industry isn’t always necessary, going directly to your fans might just be a good way to support yourself.
You really, really did. New acts like over-the-top rock band Angel, whose members would emerge from pods on stage, possibly inspiring a key scene in This Is Spinal Tapnever caught on.
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self-dsstruction Everything happened quickly after that. It felt well-researched, but the longer I read on, the more I changed my opinion on this impression. Especially when you see how they greeted new technology not “how can we use this? It was the right album at the right time: Oct 04, Orsolya rated it it was ok Shelves: There’s something happening here.
The final sections about the likely future of the business were interestingly prescient regarding music on phones and streaming services. It also fell down for me by virtue of the almost exclusive focus on the American music business, barely commenting on the record industry in other countries not quantifying whether this is a big omission or of little significance.
By the s, in his own words, he’d grown into a “wild man,” the bearded, squinty-eyed tough talker whose autobiography, Howling at the Moonbegins with this fictional sentence: When the duo offered membership cards to a kill-disco organization, ten thousand listeners called the station within a week to sign up. Self-desttuction var bedre lyd. Everything would be obliterated.
Review: Appetite For Self-Destruction by Steve Knopper
It was a recipe for music-business disaster, and inlabels started to crash. This book gave me more insight and answers to questions I had into why they f’d up with the digital evolution. Knopper piles on examples of incompetence, making a convincing case that the industry’s collapse is a drawn-out suicide.
That’s not to mention every wedding in the universe, including my own, where the Village People’s “Y. The former Motown child superstar arrived in a black leather jacket spilling over with belt buckles. Midway through the book you start to wonder how any of these idiots ever made it to the corner offices in the first place, and whether any of them even likes music to begin with. Soon that minor gold rush had faded.
Fun, reads like an extended Rolling Stone piece not surprising, given that the author writes for them. With singles like Summer’s “Love to Love You Baby,” Casablanca rode the disco boom hard, going platinum on just about every record it threw into the marketplace. None of the many TV newsclips of the scene captures Duncan, which is surprising, given that he stood 6’5″, wore a huge Afro, and was one of the few black people on the field.
The part it hints at but doesn’t get into much is the extensive web of snake-eating-their-tail inter-dependent contracts between industry participants which were near impossible to cut through if the industry was to respond to the digital era challenge. Key takeaway from the book: This is a great book that while not breaking too much new ground, is a great aggregator of the whole era.
Disco needed to be destroyed, and Dahl appointed himself the pied piper for this enraged crowd. Like most, its a bit dirtier and more dishonest than we think it should be. But more than songs or sales, Casablanca was legendary for its excesses.