 Then I got a really bad picture in my mind. It's probably some wise guy, charlatan, in a big office building in New York, you know, with a big cigar. And he doesn't even like music, but he owns these songs. And that made me really angry. I mean, I'm standing there, and I'm immersed in Robert Johnson at that moment. And I thought, wow, that's really awful. It doesn't matter, Robert. It doesn't matter.