Music Business and Monkey Business

This Is How Simple The Complicated Music Business Can Be! I Was Sitting Shooting The Bull With The A&R Man At Epic Records One Day. He Said You Know What I Would Really Like To Find Is A White Kid That Sings The Blues Like A Black Guy. I Said I Know A Kid Like That Or Words To That Effect. I Then Told Him What I Knew About Tim Williams. Tim Was Starving To Death Trying To Run A Coffee House In Santa Barbara. He Was Only Nineteen-Years Old But Very Good. The Problem Was That I Had No Idea What To Do With A Blues Singer. Suddenly There Was An Answer To The Question. The A&R Man Said Bring Him Down! Which Meant To His Office In Hollywood. When The Day Came To Go To Hollywood We Went In My Car. I Didn'T Think He Had One That Would Make It Down And Back. He Showed Up In A Pair Of Dark Brown Corduroy Pants And A Dark Polo-Type Shirt Both Clean But Covered With White Lint. I Was Embarrassed To Showcase Him That Way But It Could Have Been A Sensitive Subject So Away We Went. I Didn'T Have A Clue What To Expect When We Arrived At The Office. In The Now Familiar Get-To-The-Point Fashion The Man Said Let'S Hear Something After A Few Minutes Of Visiting. Tim Opened His Guitar Case Took Out His Twelve String Guitar And Began Playing As If The Outcome Didn'T Make A Damn Bit Of Difference To Him. Mr. A&R Man Asked Him To Do Some Old Standard Then Something Original That Tim Had Written. Then Suddenly He Said Sounds Good Let'S Do A Thing Make A Record! Just Like That!