We've all been there. The latest Black Eyed Peas garbage is looping on the radio for the thirty seven thousandth time this week, and you think to yourself: "I could do this. I could make this song. I could be rich!" So you run home, grab the demo of the most complicated music suite you can find mentions of on the forums, and sit down to create your masterpiece. Thirty seconds later, you've got eighty nine windows staring back at you.