#the bad guys... but the real ones...
Booker T & His Electric Shock
And what do we make of this gentleman? Lacking in almost total talent but endowed with a Croesus-like wealth, he decided to become a rockstar by convincing other, much more talented Californian musicians to form a band, certainly because he sensed both the business opportunity (it was the era when records sold in millions) and to give life to his true passion, which as a rockstar he could indulge in freely: women.
However, being able to afford a genuine and efficient cohort of lawyers, he literally dispossessed the 'real' musicians of everything (rights to the songs, to the name). Thus began his journey as an authentic and dissolute Roman Emperor, squandering infinite wealth in parties filled with substances and women galore. The women, as time went on, increasingly younger, more and more, more and more... beyond that limit where one ends up in that degenerative disease called pedophilia. And even there, stories of girls seduced and powerless parents up against the usual legal army against which no ammunition could be effective.
It seems (though it's not known for sure) that after all these excesses he died in a coma due to the consequences of a car accident, alone and abandoned by everyone in a hospital bed, stripped of all his possessions. With the plug pulled the moment his financial resources could no longer cover the clinic's costs.
However, he gave us (okay, the geniuses were Michael Lloyd and the Harris brothers... but the label 'West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band' is also thanks to his 'organizational' merit) beautiful music.