Gregory Elias finished his pitch, paused, and waited for the little beep-beep-beep in his ear that would signal that the party on the other end of the telephone —Jayne Smyth, the manager of the Rolling Stones —had hung up after realizing that he was a madman. At best, he thought, he might get a shouted answer that would reveal which part of his proposal was loonier — that the Stones do a concert in Cuba (where not so long ago, listening to rock and roll was a jailable offense) or that they do it for free.
Instead, there was a long pause. “Well, that’s certainly a unique proposal,” Smyth finally replied. “Let me get back to you.”