Here's the dialogue...
Johnny Cash singing a cover of an old gospel song—within 15 seconds he is halted:
Producer (read agent): Hold on. Hold on. I hate to interrupt… but do you guys got something else? I ‘m sorry. I can’t market gospel (read generic vampire novel, clichéd thriller, whatever). No more.
Johnny Cash: So that’s it?
Producer: I don’t record material (rep a book) that doesn’t sell, Mr. Cash… and gospel (a book like that) like that doesn’t sell.
Johnny Cash: Was it the gospel or the way I sing it? (was it the book or the writing?)
Producer: Both.
Johnny Cash: Well, what’s wrong with the way I sing it?
Producer: I don’t believe you.
Johnny Cash: You saying I don’t believe in God?
Bandmate: J.R., come on, let’s go.
Johnny Cash: No. I want to understand. I mean, we come down here, we play for a minute… and he tells me I don’t believe in God.
Producer: We’ve already heard that song a hundred times… just like that, just like how you sang it.
Johnny Cash: Well, you didn’t let us bring it home. (you didn’t get to my hook, climactic scene, whatever)
Producer: Bring… bring it home? All right, let’s bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you were lying out in that gutter dying… and you had time to sing one song (write one book), huh, one song… people would remember before you’re dirt… one song that would let God know what you felt about your time here on earth… one song that would sum you up… you telling me that’s the song you’d sing? That same Jimmie Davis tune we hear on the radio all day? About your peace within and how it’s real and how you’re gonna shout it? Or would you sing something different? Something real, something you felt? Because I’m telling you right now… that’s the kind of song people want to hear. That’s the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain’t got nothing to do with believing in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believing in yourself.
Johnny Cash: Well, I’ve got a couple songs I wrote in the Air Force. You got anything against the Air Force?
Producer: No.
Johnny Cash: I do.
Bandmate: J.R., whatever you’re about to play… we ain’t never heard it.
After Johnny sings his song, the producer gives him a deal.
Thoughts?
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