The producer had one of the hottest streaks in music history, amassing a $70 million fortune. Then he acquired an epic cocaine habit and bankrupted himself. Now he's clean, relatively frugal and mounting a modest comeback using the one resource: chutzpah.
On a scorching Wednesday in August in Miami Beach, Scott Storch is blasting a new dance track of his from the elevated DJ booth at Mansion nightclub. Puffing on a Marlboro Red and dressed in designer jeans, spotless white Louis Vuitton sneakers and a gray Diesel T-shirt emblazoned with the words "Mr. Cool," he is waving his arms and driving an adoring crowd into a frenzied state as lasers flash and semi-clad dancers writhe in time to the music.