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An anodyne piece, lacking depth or consistency
Reviewed in the United States on September 3, 2018
The first third of the book went well but then falters off. The best theory that I can come up with is that Scott Bradley started with the best intentions but then decided to just get it over with and rushed through finishing it, using filler such as a bland overview of the timeline of events and the obligatory 'must say something nice about everyone' to pad out the bulk of the page count.
One example of this inconsistency is where he devotes several pages to his interpretation of various types of online personalities, categorizing in broad strokes what each major type is and what they mean to an online artist. Other people would likely have different breakdowns but Scott's analysis had a valuable perspective and analysis to it.
As a contrast on page 89 in fact (I dog-eared it in frustration), regarding his time as a music director he says "I learned the importance of giving clear directives ... how to delegate tasks ... how to guide the collaborative process.. " but he avoids going into any detail or depth, never saying what those lessons where, how they came about, or even how to actually do accomplish those tasks.
And again, we are informed about an evidently disastrous move to LA that created some hard times for PMJ but again skims over into what really went wrong (there wasn't enough cars to go around is the _only_ thing I remember from these paragraphs). Real details of this experience would have helped readers to understand and empathize with what happened and maybe even avoid some of those mistakes themselves if they happen to be in a similar situation.
The section on "Making It On A Budget" is barely two pages long. The seminal first European tour gets similar short shrift.
The bland and inconsistent writing makes me slightly regretful of having bought and taken the time to read this book. But what I truly regret is how hints (hopefully wrong) of a monumental ego in Scott have combined with a whiff of suspicion that I have just been taken advantage off for being a PMJ fan, to make me somewhat less enthusiastic about the music itself.