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I've never felt anything like pity for Scott Storch. In fact the only things I've felt about this particular megaproducer have been gratitude for the occasional well-composed jam and a blend of schadenfreude and douche chills inspired by his monstrous fashion sense, hyperinflated ego, and extremely poor decision-making skills.
This new profile in Details is sort of like Storch's The Wrestler, though. Just as the behavior facilitated by his runaway success made him seem like a nauseating caricature of a hip-hop producer, the rapid downfall that followed has helped humanize him. Burning through $30 million in a couple of years on cocaine and superluxury cars isn't exactly a universally relatable story arc, but we can all feel the "ouch" there. At least a little?
Of course the sympathy only goes so far. Even the most coke-addled brain has to be able to grasp the fact that, for a hip-hop producer, partnering with Paris Hilton and Brooke Hogan is a terrible career move. And there's a certain (huge) amount of bullshit in Storch's admission that he's down to his last diamond-encrusted Jacob the Jeweler watch.
On the other hand, the pathos in the scene where he ostentatiously peels a couple twenties off his knot to cover lunch is real. No matter how hard he's fallen, Scott Storch still has those pizzas covered, y'all.
So maybe his story is more like three parts Eastbound and Down to two parts The Wrestler. But no matter how much of a terrible cocaine monster he became and how much of a horrible tool he may well continue to be, dude had a hand in "Still D.R.E." and the Roots' "You Got Me," and that counts for something.