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.

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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?