One day, a producer lost his cool, annoyed by all the fidgeting and the pretentiousness of that chubby, curly-haired little guy, and blurted out, “Who the hell are you?” “The author, why?” “Because if you’re so good at finding mistakes and giving advice, why don’t you sing your own songs?” Fortunately, this time it was Battisti who took a suggestion. And just a few years later, in 1969, he would conclude, “The difference between the song I record and the one I have recorded is the same as the difference between a kiss given and a kiss sent by phone.”