“I was burning through about $250,000 a month, mostly on partying,” he says, his voice low and measured. “I was spending money I had no business spending.” And his coke-fueled sense of invincibility had him believing he couldn’t fail as a star-maker; he became convinced he could make hit records for his onetime girlfriend Hilton and the unlikeliest of pop divas, Brooke Hogan. The results were disasters, and made Storch a punch line. “I was doing blow 24-7. It was out of control,” he says. “I love Brooke, but I did that shit because her father was putting all sorts of pressure on me.” He tosses a bag of Blackberry Kush, some of California’s finest medicinal-grade weed, onto the table. “Sure, it was fun. But the thing is, I didn’t make one good bit of music when I was high on coke. Not one bit.” He shakes his head and leaves the room.
Au contraire, Scott! I may be the only person who remembers Kelly Rowland’s doomed-from-its-pushed-back-release-date 2007 solo album Ms. Kelly, but this beat was pretty hot:
But yeah that Brooke Hogan album… not a good look. Although, you know, I’d probably qualify being under the threat of impending Hulkamania as “very high job-related stress.”
SCOTT STORCH: TEARS OF A HIP-HOP CLOWN [Details]
Kelly Rowland – Comeback [YouTube]