This is the kind of claptrap that gets produced when a generation confuses idol worship for meaningful art. You want to 'imagine' Johnny Cash as some sort of backseat driver, urging the director to make a horndog out of the folk music scene. It’s asinine, a fantasy built on cheap thrills rather than understanding the complexities of either figure, never mind the director! And who cares if a writer feels a slight against Pete Seeger when constructing a piece of fiction? It betrays an understanding of history if all a person can take from that era was the mouth odor of an artistic revolutionary.