I was trying to get things going in L.A. in the 80's, and working with music classified ads there I met some really odd people.
One was Angelyne, the Billboard Queen. She paid to be famous by having billboards with her "sexy" likeness plastered around Hollywood and Beverly Hills. We discussed me being her guitar player. On a side note, all of the people that I auditioned for or with were always more concerned with what I looked like than with whether I had any musical talent. She really liked my cream white
Gibson Explorer.
Anyway Louis, another contact I made through L.A. Weekly or some such rag, thought he was a singer/ songwriter. He sang for me several times his song he had written about a pyromaniac. We put it together musically, rented studio time at a small home studio there (something like $40 / hour) and banged out two songs; his and one of mine. I played the instruments, he sang his own lyrics. I still have the tapes that we took with us at the end of the day, my first solo
songwriter / recording effort and Louis' "Pyromaniac." He couldn't play any instruments at all but he was able to convey the essence of his song to me just by snapping his
fingers to the swing beat and singing. In the end he did his own one finger keyboard part in the studio.
I obviously got nothing for all my effort; I take that back, I learned a lot.
And it was great fun, I'll never forget it.