For high drama, nothing beats the weekly "singles" meeting at the Manhattan headquarters of Columbia Records. Into a Danish-modern conference room nervously file a dozen or so highly paid executives, who open their attaché cases and go to work deciding what 45-r.p.m. singles to release that week. Musical careers hang on the outcome. So, in the long run, do the financial fortunes of the company itself. One morning this July the conferees were vigorously debating the merits of three songs in a new LP album when President Clive J. Davis took the floor and picked one out in a firm command...
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