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Styron is a plastics, rubber, and latex company owned by Bain Capital. Christopher D. Pappas is the current President and CEO. Styron changed its name to Trinseo in 2012 but will continue to operate as “Styron” until all businesses have completed the change of name. Its products primarily serve the automotive, appliances, packaging, electronics, paper & board, carpet, and tire industries, among others. It was formed in August 2009 when Dow Chemical Company combined several of its businesses--styrenics; polycarbonate and compounds & blends; Dow Automotive plastics; emulsion polymers (paper and carpet latex); and synthetic rubber—for the purpose of selling them. Several private equity firms bid on Styron, including TPG Capital, Apollo Management, and Lotte Group. On March 2, 2010, Bain Capital announced that it would purchase the newly formed company for $1.63 billion, with Dow retaining a 7.5% stake. The sale was finalized in June 2010.
Styron's annual revenue is approximately $5.54 billion. Styron was the #67 ranked chemical company globally in 2011, posting sales of $6.193B. Styron also owns a 50% stake in North American polystyrene producer American Styrenics LLC, a joint venture based in the Woodlands, Tex.
Comin' in easy on the sea train.
Walkin' out under the fog again,
And the sky don't explain
If I'm up or across or down, town around just like then.
The neon screen will never know when.
Be quiet or dream,
And just not crowd the scenes
Of my mind's sound.
I'm goin' under and comin' on out
To see you again.
My mind's been wanderin', but I'm about
To meet you again.
The rhythm of hearts plays in my veins
Like some long-gone lonesome sea train.
I'm only sure that the weather would break if I did.
They'll come easy, then go glad.
Your child at the window says the rain don't look sad,
And you ask me who's mad
As you show me your lost and found.
Down, you're bound again.
With your fan, my fire turns to wind
Your glass fills mine with sand,
You shout, "I'm not your land!"
And I hear the ground.
I'm a weeping shadows, feeling like a willow
Bearing Martha's flower; as the sun comes, I come.
Far across the street, clear across the stream,
The sun shall come.
If you're in a tree and the forest falls, who hears you?
[musical interlude]
And the hills meet the wind, making dew.
We see us again.
As the sun behind clouds, breaking through,
We're gonna meet them again.
The rhythm of hearts plays through my veins
Like some long-gone lonesome sea train.
Rain in the meadow beats the river to the ocean.