When Chris Maze rolled up to the clubhouse in a fine silk leisure suit, we were taken aback...not by his intellectually stunning appearance, but by the fact that when we greeted him he put up his hand to stop us mid-sentence. He then proceeded to pull out a brick phone with a very large antennae. His broker was on the other line. He proceeded to dump all his Doge Coin to spread his newly acquired assets across a menagerie of relatively unheard of but rising meme coins. He then turned to us and said, 'Gentlemen, I just made a million dollars. Now let's talk music.' We were sold...and when it came time to sign a deal...all we asked was, 'What's your number?'