well, even though this brings the thread a little off track, here's a final one from me that also deals with living and dead musicians... I saw this on Sat Nite Life sometime in the 80s. Paul Simon acted this out himself.
Young Simon and Garfunkel have an early stab at music. They are actually terrible; guitars out of tune, they don't hit a single note right, they have bad lyrics, the whole spiel. Eventually, Simon yelps in desperation "I just can't figure out this music stuff. I'd sell my soul to the devil this minute if I was given any talent..." In a pillar of smoke and fire, the devil appears. "Did I hear my name? Deal done. I'll make you superstars if you promise me your souls." They agree, and up to a time, the rest is music history.
50something years later, a distinctly aged Simon enters an elevator in a hotel lobby and pushes 26 (Penthouse). Much to his chagrin, the elevator speakers start a laundromat version of "Sounds of Silence." The elevator seems to take ages for each floor, and he gets more and more agitated as the tune won't stop, murmuring to himself "If I had known what they make of my music..."
On 25, the doors open, and the devil steps in. "Recognize me?" he asks. Simon: "Oh yes, of course. I've been waiting for you. It's my time, isn't it? Just take me down to hell, I'll follow."
The devil: "No need to go anywhere, you're already there." And the doors close to the next track "Scarborough Fair..."
