Ah yes, if only so and so did in fact actually meet so and so in reality, in fiction or in time. What if Clifton had met Trump - Yikes! Funny stuff certain to ensue there, no? Yet surely not as much as when Bobby Bittman hung around with Austin Powers back in the day.
What about Mozart and Jimi? Or what if George Costanza had had a confrontation with Tony Soprano? Diefenbaker and Liberace? Dylan and Monk? Dr. P and Dr. P?
This book is some of that.
Plus some thoughts and fandangelments on that mysterious magical realm of instrumental music and what happens when words, language and nationalism enters the scoreboard? Is it the singer or the song or the other way around or both, from opera to pop, or is less more often more than more?
A singer singing in a foreign language where the foreign words become just another powerful instrumental conveyor of emotional expression without understanding word meaning? What that then? Not to forget to ask why do so many musicians fall prey to Tufnel eleven to get their musical points across when simple, reasonable? attack, sustain and decline, plus melody, harmony and beat and other dynamics seem not enough to hold a listeners attention in our modern electrical digital age?
Hope that helps pique interest, and of course, kick out the jams, expletive deleted!