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11 of 12 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Subject mirrors content, February 15, 2008
The book reminds me of that album that you bought because you heard one great song on the radio - you anticipated that this one song is so well written, so talent laden, that the rest of the album must be the same. As you open the package you feel that you may have another example of "Led Zeppelin IV" or "Appetite for Destruction" or "Nevermind". Only until after you get past the first two or three songs which pass for decent, do you realize that you've been duped into buying an average to below average album by a band that will fade into rock history.
I read the first chapter in the book store and felt that I had found another Chuck Klosterman or another Cintra Wilson - someone with a biting wit, someone who would expose through comedy the banality of our current media culture. Instead the first chapter fooled me into thinking the rest of the book would be as entertaining. As the chapters proceeded the wit became a simple repeating of his day to day business at this record company followed by giant misses of comedy and satire then followed by some supposed commentary on what ridiculousness the record company has become and what talentless hacks they push through to superstardom today. Ironically this seems to be exactly what has happened to Dan Kennedy based on his associate with McSweeney's and his packaging as a Chuck Klosterman-type rock satirist.
The book does have its funny moments, but too few and far between, while the rest of the book resorts to useless commentary on an industry we already knew was bloated and out of touch. Kennedy seemingly complains and ridicules the business that most readers can see he dearly wants to fit into and succeed in. His life and the time spent in the record company is about as uninteresting as his writing style and humor and I wish that I could return this book for a full refund along with the Black Stone Cherry and Wicked Wisdom CD's I recently bought.
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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Irreverent and fun to read but ultimately quickly forgetable, March 10, 2008
Dan Kennedy landed a job many of us casually interested in the music industry have surely secretly or not so secretly dreamt about (aloud or otherwise), namely what it would be like to actually work in the music industry.
In "Rock On: An Office Power Ballad" (234 pages), Kennedy brings his story of what it was like to land a marketing job and work for a major label, just as the major music label industry model as we used to know it was about to implode (circa 2003-04). What makes the book a winner, and an irresistable page-turner, is that Kennedy brings it all with a self-depreciating sense of humor, and that it (and he) is all not to be taken too seriously. What strikes me when reading this, is that Kennedy seemingly did not have a lot to do. In the 18 months on the job, Kennedy accounts for a handful of real projects (including Phil Collins, Jewel, Fat Joe, the Donnas, and that's about it), and the rest is taken up by interoffice politicking, and doom-and-gloom over the pending job cuts. That's really all about it.
I will admit that I enjoyed reading this book, simply because it is well written and I am naturally inclined in being interested in the subject matter, but when all is said and done, I couldn't help but feel a bit let down. The book is fun to read, but is ultimately quickly forgetable.
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13 of 17 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
Get ready to throw out your Ruben Studdard albums, people!, March 20, 2008
It's not often that a 200 page, afternoon read can seem bloated, but the music industry exploits in Dan Kennedy's Rock On pulls it off. Anyone that has ever worked at any level of corporate America (half the country) can relate to the office politics and positioning, especially when it is in such a coveted and lucrative industry as popular music, but I've heard far more interesting war stories from inside the walls of Kraft Foods. Even for those not in the music business, it should come as little surprise that the executives making the decisions aren't nearly as passionate about music as they are about their annual bonus and job security. That's right, people, the music industry, like nearly every other industry based in midtown Manhattan, is totally corporate. No, really, it totally is all about the money. I know, news to me. Someone tell Ryan Seacrest to put down that Coca-Cola.
Even though the theme of corporate take-over of popular music and the subsequent vaccuum it has unleashed upon the quality of the product (see Col. Parker) has been discussed ad naseum, it would be easy to ignore if Kennedy's exploits had been a tad more entertaining, or even, more unique to the music industry (because if he simply intends to reveal the sterility of the industry's office environment, he's wasting all of our time). Kennedy attempts to paint himself as the outsider looking in, as the eyes and ears of Joe Music Lover, but his awkward and positively neurotic interactions make it difficult for anyone to relate to him or his petty, mundane professional problems, especially after how quickly he gets sucked into the corporate culture himself and painfully tries to fit in. Instead of the exploits of a man crushed by the reality of his well-paying dream job as seasoned corporate sharks push him around and the push-over cross he bears throughout his tenure and the book, the first 100 pages sound more like George Costanza fan fiction as Kennedy is unable to shake the monkey on his back that is his suburban white skin, and completely uncomfortable interacting with nearly anyone outside of that skin. Meanwhile, the missiles he launches at his self-absorbed co-workers sound like those of the quiet, alienated 8th grader plotting to kill everyone because he doesn't fit in, thus making the reader question his worthiness as the audience's emissary (or mole).
Had Rock On been more focused, the nearly redeeming chapter (and highlight of the book) about an anarchic Iggy Pop concert would be a microcosm of the problems with Kennedy's book. While Iggy trashes the VIP room during the course of the concert in iconoclast fashion, Iggy himself is still an act from some 30 years ago performing for industry big-wigs at a major Manhattan music venue. While the show sounds great (Kennedy's own enthusiasm shines) and Iggy is known for not bending to anyone (except GAP ads and Carnival Cruise, perhaps), it's apparent that the 30-something Kennedy isn't so different from his corporate co-worker that he dubs "Rush Hair" for both worship at the feet of acts whose time have long since passed, however, one of them has a lot more money to show for it.
When Kennedy is enthusiastic about his subject (and not completely neurotic) the book is mildly enjoyable and it does have a few humorous moments (the less said about the interstitials the better), but when your book's thesis is essentially, "man, was this ever disappointing," it's a long way to page 199. Even "Rush Hair" probably knows that those double albums of the 70's probably should have been EPs.
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