A young musician musters the courage to call up a famous producer. He knows the producer is well respected in the music business. His endorsement can make or break an aspiring picker’s career. “Please,” he asks, “just let me play my best song for you; I know you’ll be impressed.” “Fine,” said the producer, “be at my studio at 9am tomorrow and let’s hear what you got.”
At 9am they meet, exchange pleasantries and talk about their art and aspirations. “Whenever you’re ready…,” says the producer, and the musician knows this is his moment of truth. He plugs in, plays a couple of notes to tune his guitar, takes a deep breath and carefully starts playing the first notes to his song.
The producer has an odd look on his face and, a few seconds later, he signals to the musician to stop playing. “What is that?” he asks. “It’s my song,” says the musician. “No it isn’t,” says the producer, now visibly upset, “it’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’ by Led Zeppelin.” “Well, yes, but I’m playing it on my Stratocaster, using my top-of-the-line Fender Twin amp… it’s my song… my art…”
“Get out of here!” yelled the producer, “and stop wasting my time!”
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