Like Bob Seger, only less rocklike, affable palooka Eddie Money struck gold with his airy rasp and exasperated everyman persona. In the '80s Money became the root of all sorts of evil, shocking fans with his booze binges, coke addiction and lite-rock girl-group duets. At 55 this cop-dropout-turned-paradise-ticket-scalper is no longer, to quote one of his tunes, "a man of no control." Answering uncouth questions in a thick "how ya doin'?" accent, the Brooklyn-born Edward Mahoney proved unflappable, though his static-smothered cell-phone connection chopped his game responses into... More >>>