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HITS LIST’S TOP GUNS
OF AUGUST
Who's flying high right now? Take a look. (8/9a)
NBA FREE AGENCY (UPDATE)
Lots of suitors for the stat monster (8/8a)
NEW & DEVELOPING
ARTISTS: Q3 EDITION
The stars of tomorrow—and one star of the moment (8/9a)
BUNNY, BUBBLES AND BOX OFFICE
Irresistible force now filling stadiums (8/8a)
MO OSTIN: THE 2017 INTERVIEW, PART ONE
Available online for the first time (8/3a)
RISE OF THE INDIES
How they're reshuffling the biz deck.
THE LATIN-MUSIC MARKETPLACE
Thoughts on a changing landscape.
KETCHUP
It's everywhere.
THE NEXT HUGE CATALOG STORY
Another stunning return.
1
MO OSTIN: Farewell to a giant of the biz, Sinatra whisperer and an architect of the rock era. We’ll sing his praises forevermo.
2
BEYONCÉ: Renaissance earns a regal #1 debut as Grammy buzz intensifies well beyond the Beyhive—and socials are “Thique” with kudos for Parkwood/Columbia set. You may kneel.
3
SONY MUSIC: Big earnings cap a hot quarter as House of Stringer celebrates smashes by Bunny, Harry, Bey, Future, Doja, LNX, Combs and multiple new-artist breakouts. Quite the Verano they’re having.
4
LIVE NATION: Q2 financials find Team Rapino hitting new high notes amid rebounding concert market, with $4.4b in revenue, concert attendance up bigtime. Encore!
5
RYAN TEDDER: OneRepublic mastermind and smash tunesmith ruling the skies with Top Gun soundtrack giant, “I Ain’t Worried.” Laffitte now prefers to be addressed as Goose.
6
CRIS LACY: Warner Nashville co-boss has no tears in her beer as Bailey Zimmerman, Cody Johnson, Ingrid Andress deliver. She’s in-Klined to be upbeat.
7
NBA YOUNGBOY: Hot rapper delivers last album on Atlantic deal, becomes hot free agent. Who’ll get him as a lottery pick?
8
C3 PRESENTS: Charlies in charge as Lollapalooza drives boffo ticket sales and audience ovations. Messrs Attal and Walker have the golden ticket.
9
ERIN BURR: New RIAA VP of Media Relations is not throwing away her shot. But she’d rather face Hamilton in a duel than deal with our editorial staff.
10
HITS ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL: We turn 36, continue to crank out the same old crap. Wait, we’re still in print?