It's hard to feel bad for an arrogant little pipsqueak producer who fired guns in recording studios (and scared the crap out of Leonard Cohen, among others). The fact he's in jail...would also suggest that he did shove a gun into some bimbo's mouth and pull the trigger in a fit of typical Spectre of Death insanity.
In the past few days, the Internet was inundated with his latest mugshot picture...the gleeful idiots of the world laughing it up that Mr. Wigged Out was truly a skinhead murderer.
Does this guy get royalties even though he's in the jug? Does he get fan mail? Is he going to see Joan Rivers' throat specialist to try and get his vocal cords fixed?
Anybody really care?
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