The ultimate showbiz insider's expose, Howling at the Moon is the wildly entertaining and brilliantly narrated autobiography of Walter Yetnikoff, head of CBS Records during its heyday in the 1980s, and then the most powerful man in the music industry. Yetnikoff knew most of the stars and embraced all the excesses of this he was mentor to Streisand, father confessor to Michael Jackson, shared a mistress with Marvin Gaye and came to blows with Mick Jagger. He feuded with David Geffen and outmanoeuvred Rupert Murdoch. He was also addicted to cocaine and alcohol - until his doctor gave him just 3 months to live. Yetnikoff came from a working-class Jewish family from Brooklyn; he graduated from law school in the 1950s and proceeded to climb the corporate ladder to the very top. His high-flying ended in breakdown, but throughout his rise and fall, Yetnikoff remained a man of huge charisma and disarming charm. Howling at the Moon is written with David Ritz, the only 4-time winner of the Ralph J Gleason Music Book award, who has collaborated on the autobiographies of such stars as Ray Charles, BB King, Aretha Franklin and Etta James.
I bought this for a dollar at a library book sale, though I'm sure I deliberated the value of its purchase. It turns out that everything I've ever read about Walter Yetnikoff is true — he's a drug-fueled, egomaniacal, misogynistic, immature, corporate jerk. Of course, that makes for some lurid entertainment, though I couldn't quite get past the idea that I was spending my precious free-time with a man that actually approved the cover of this book.
Howling good read. The story of a nice Jewish boy who grew up into a raging power-addicted "milk" monster, was called "Good Father" by Michael Jackson, was bested in an flash economics quiz by Mick Jagger, played a great practical joke with a bagel, and refused to bathe a festering wound for fear of "arm clap."
Filled with crass humor and a reference on every page to either a Jap, a Jew, or a skirt. Occasionally he throws in a story about Michael Jackson that makes Michael seem, if you can believe it, even creepier.
Read this in 2 sittings. He takes you with him on a fast, sometimes slow ride that's always out of control despite how controlled he thinks he is. Loved it. Funnest book I've read in ages.
Jestas tuo suomennos on tylsä verrattuna orkkiksen nimeen. Löysin tämän lähikirppikseltä eurolla ja tartuin, koska Yetnikoffin elämän tiesin varsin raivoisasti eletyksi. Olen aiemmin käsitellyt samoista ajoista kertovia kirjoja muun muassa Hit Menin ja Clive Davisin elämäkerran kohdalla. Tämä Yetnikoffin toimittaja David Ritzin kanssa tekemä kirja on kuitenkin näistä kolmesta mielenkiintoisin, vaikka Hit Menissäkin keskitytään paljolti Yetnikoffin CBS:n.
Itse asiassa Fredric Dannen kirjoittamassaan Hit Menissä jakaa tuon ajan levypomot kategorioihin "personality" tai "record man", joista Yetnikoff on tietysti tuo "personality" – vimmainen bisnesmies joka ajaa johtamaansa firmaa menestykseen paitsi liikemiestaidoillaan, myös karismalla ja kokaiinin ylläpitämällä raivohulluuden liekillä. Naisia ei levy-yhtiöiden johdossa tuohon aikaan – eikä edelleenkään – juuri näy, mutta jätettäköön se myöhempien kirjoitusten aiheeksi.
Musiikkibisnes on ihmisbisnestä. Suomessa, ja kaikkialla muuallakin. Sen olen oppinut tällä alalla tai sen liepeillä kohta 15 vuotta työskennelleenä. Artistit ovat toki fiksuja eivätkä anna itsensä tulla huijatuiksi, mutta hyvä ja toimiva luottamussuhde vaikka promoottoriin tai kehen tahansa ratkaisee lopulta paljon enemmän kuin muualta saatava potentiaalisesti suurempi rahamäärä. Tai näin olen kokenut. Eikä tämä koske vain artisteja tai musiikkialaa, FIILIKSELLÄ on väliä. Isoja ratkaisuja tehdään joka tapauksessa tunnepohjaisesti ja musiikki on aina ja iankaikkisesti subjektiivista vaikka kuinka tilaisimme tutkimusexcelejä, joten ilman oikeaa tunnetta tällä alalla on vaikea työskennellä.
Tämä sivuhuomiona jonka Yetnikoffin kirja osoitti taas kerran toteen. Hän ei ole Clive Davisin tai Geffenin kaltainen "record man" joka kuulee hitin raakileartistin demonauhalla, mutta hän osaa puhua Michael Jacksonille, Barbra Streisandille tai Bruce Springsteenille niin, että he haluavat jäädä CBS:n talliin.
Clive Davisin kirja oli todella ulkokultainen muistelo siitä miten hän onnistui kaikessa eikä epäonnistunut juuri missään. Päihteet vuonna 1990 jättänyt ja sen jälkeen 12 askeleen ohjelmasta itseään etsinyt Yetnikoff sen sijaan kirjoittaa tyystin erilaisen tarinan. Hän onnistuu kaikessa mutta polttaa itsensä loppuun. Hän taistelee ankaran isänsä haamua vastaan, tuhoaa ihmissuhteita ja avittaa CBS:n nykymittapuulla käsittämättömiin katteisiin (tai no, en minä tiedä major-levy-yhtiöiden kirjanpidosta streaming-aikakaudella, mutta lienee turvallista olettaa että cd:n kultakaudella painettiin rahaa nykymeininkiin verrattuna). Mutta sitten hänen korttitalonsa romahtaa, hän menee katkaisuhoitoon sydämen alkaessa pettää ja onnistuu jättämään päihteet. Mutta ylpeys ja vittumainen luonne jäävät. Ironisesti selväpäinen mutta ilkeä Walter saa potkut CBS:n johdosta. Sitten hän yrittää tuottaa elokuvan ja perustaa uuden levy-yhtiön johon syytää miljoonia. Lopulta vasta kirkon päihdetyössä auttaminen antaa hänelle jonkinlaisen huteran rauhan, jonka huteruudesta hän on itsekin kivuliaan tietoinen.
Tätä kirjoitettaessa mies on Wikipedian mukaan edelleen hengissä.
Kirjan suomennos oli minusta ihan ok, vaikka etenkin repliikit tuntuivat välillä palikoilta. Suosittelen kuitenkin kirjaa lämpimästi ihan millä kielellä tahansa, saatat vaikka oppia jotain musiikkibisneksestä, tai todennäköisemmin elämästä yleensä.
This is the no holds barred story of how a Jewish boy from Brooklyn made it to the top of CBS Records. Along the way he became Velvel and became addicted to drugs, booze and sex. In fact you could almost have titled this book ‘Sex and Drugs and Rock n Roll’. It was the world of music’s greatest age. Money flowed like water and he became the confidante of big stars such as Mick Jagger and Michael Jackson during his imperial phase (and just as he began to dabble with plastic surgery). I’ve just read an online article on the BBC news website about the fate of the ten 30 ft tall statues of Michael Jackson that were created and sent round the world to promote a Greatest Hits album, ‘HIS tory’ in 1995, one of which was floated down the Thames. Can you imagine anyone doing that now? This was a time when only a few labels dominated the business and music made millions. Velvel was in the thick of it and was not afraid to clash with other label owners such as David Geffen. On Velvel’s watch CBS’s profits grew from $485 million to $2 billion. The tile comes from an episode in which a minder confined him to a hotel room. Velvel had other ideas so he raided the minibar, got wrecked and, being unable to escape, he opened a window and vented his rage by howling at the moon. After a corporate coup Velvel signed up for Alcoholics Anonymous, rebuilt his life and looked back, knowing that it will never happen again. It’s a tough read at times, the destruction of his marriage and the death of his wife, corporate life at the top, and he holds nothing back. But it is a record of the times in the music business.
This is a hard book to like, being the autobiography of someone whose shallow nature and monstrous ego create a fundamentally unlikeable character. In fact it’s hard to think of a single anecdote in this story that isn’t about some form of power play or self pleasure that leaves you grimacing at the excess and prioritisation of the author over others.
To his credit, the author goes in hard on himself, but did he REALLY dislike or regret his actions? I’m not 100% sure I believe he dislikes himself as much as he wants us to believe. Did he stop his womanising in the 17 years between the publication and his death a couple of months ago? I very much doubt it.
Yetnikoff talks of the catharsis he got from writing this book. He’s does indeed seem to be trying to oust his demons but in my view clearly still carried a lot with him throughout his later life.
That’s one of the problems I have with the book. He was a hugely influential figure in music for decades, but the details are scarce, going into much more detail on the decadence that the business side of his life. It’s a personal memoir of his decadent lifestyle that soon becomes tiresome and repetitive, and lacks the real juicy detail that might have made this book a must-read.
All in all, 2/5 for a work that, based on the source material could have gone double platinum, and instead barely makes the charts at all.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Walter Yetnikoff headed up the biggest major label in the world when the major labels were at the peak of their power, and he does not spare anyone, even himself, in this gripping account of his life. If you discovered this book after reading Hit Men you'll be glad to know that the characterization of Yetnikoff is exactly the same, which is to say totally unhinged and at the same time absolutely fascinating. Yetnikoff owns his faults in a most extraordinary way, taking accountability for everything, no matter how reprehensible, while simultaneously making you root for him.
In your face autobiography dealing with the record industry. Sometimes a little too in your face but the chapters on his girlfriend Boom Boom are priceless. Don't make an enemy of this guy he names names and gives all the details. This makes a good vacation read.
A thin biography of record business excess. The Audible version is read by the author, which makes it a bit of a rough ride. The man built Columbia Records into a powerhouse in the last 70's and early 80's. It should have been more than what it was.
This book was addicting...providing interesting insights into the music biz. I enjoyed the anecdotes (and even dirt) about some of the world's most famous artists. If you have an interest in the music business, celebrity, hollywood and just plain gossip, you'll most likely enjoy this book.
I read it because I'm a huge fan of Billy Joel. I enjoyed the Billy Joel stories and all the rest. I was happy for Mr. Yetnikoff's repentance and second chances.
If you've read anything about the music industry from the 70's-90's, you've no doubt had Walter Yetnikoff's name come up. But to hear these legendary tales told straight from the source puts a whole other spin on them. Major industry shifts and huge decisions were made heavily under the influence of drugs and alcohol, spite, revenge, and just because he could. The author playfully speaks of these times as if they are the everyday occurrences we all encounter. His fall from the top was mighty and it is quite a ride to hear how powerful an addiction egotism can be.
Velvel has a certain bombastic charm, and the behind the scenes music biz anecdotes make this worth reading. In the end, though, it's just a prolonged sobriety story from a guy who is self-important even in his humility. The account of his growing up is an interesting snapshot of 1940's Brooklyn, but as he moves into the years of moguldom, the narrative loses focus and only really regains it at the end when he shares his sobriety message. But I guess that in itself is a reflection of his life.
I loved this book. It's a laugh out loud romp of a read of a subversive child, grown up. It also is that rare memoir by a person who actually has power and control over lots of things, (rather than by a person who was a victim) and remains likable. If you like music and insider music industry gossip (eighties and nineties) you will like this a lot. It reminded me of "You'll never eat lunch in this town again" only with music rather than film.
The opening chapter of this book reminds me of the paranoid sequence where the feds take down Henry Hill in GOODFELLAS. Yetnikoff is a crazy egomaniac with a pretty amazing rise/fall story. I devoured this in about a day and a half.
The Don Simpson of the music business. One of those original assholes who gave the human race a bad name, Yetnikoff on drugs was just a monster. And he was on drugs almost full-time.
Written in an entertaining way, but the author really doesn't say anything. Drugs, sex, music, sex, drugs, rock and roll. Should be sensational but it's not.