By T. Perry Bowers
I used to think life was a magical dream. When I was young I believed there was a guy (behind a desk, smoking a cigar) who would make life all better for me. All I had to do was find him. I had a morsel of talent and I thought magic cigar guy would take care of everything. He would wave his magic cigar and his marketing machine would make my band a household name overnight. The record advances would never end. I was always just one meeting away from being a superstar on MTV.