Back when the Megastore opened in Times Square, Cracker dutifully showed up to perform live. They all wore Kool Aid-colored sunglasses, like Osmonds or Partridges. The place stank of sinister synergisms: the Virgin Megastore, these live Virgin Recording Artists . . . downstairs, the Virgin Airlines ticket office. As the band figuratively broke bottles across the flagship's mighty prow, Virgin Radio repeatedly spun "I Hate My Generation"—a stupid thing that was supposed to become Cracker's new best-seller—introduced by a smug-voiced in-house DJ sickly informing the store's patrons, "Hey! Everybody, I would like to... More >>>