Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for June 11, 1978

Transcript:

Jimmy: "Fretman Sam... he swears he learned it all by rote... Fretman Sam... but now they pay him by the note!" No, no! Hold it! Hold it, everyone... this is going nowhere... *sigh* this turkey ain't flying, Steve. Voice: It's your song, Jim. Jimmy: I know, and I can't understand it. The way the hook builds is totally unconvincing. The tune seems dissafected, almost atomized. It has all the impact of a wet noodle. We better can it... oh.. oh, wait a minute. Hold the phone.... never mind. I fixed it. Man: Well done. Take two.