The first 2/3 of this book made me want to stop reading it. It sounded so in my wheelhouse (a humorous inside telling of working in the music business from a McSweeney's contributor) but ended up vacillating between the self-loathing of someone with a huge case of Imposter Syndrome; barely contained disdain for the "suits" in middle management and above; pity on the newly signed artists who don't know how they're going to get screwed yet; and contempt for the artists who sold out.

The last 1/3 of the book was a brutal window into the reality of the music biz in the mid-aughts, with digital music causing the suits to lose control, and money hungry acquisitions that had nothing to do with the music and everything to do with $$$. A telling anecdote involving Jimmy Page coming out of the NYSE made me sad but not surprised.

All in all, I'm glad I finished it, but the author's tone was a little too (jaded? smug? conflicted?) for me.