One of my favorite musicians is a guitar player named Richard Gilewitz, who sometimes plays in a bar called the Florabama Club. (It straddles the Florida-Alabama line.) Its clientele is a mixture of college kids, tourists, and laborers beat up by life.
One night Richard was favoring the crowd with a rare treat, his classical set. He was halfway though 'Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring' when a member of the 'three-tooth club' planted himself right in front of him and bellowed his demand for "BUFFET!"
Richard simply regarded him mildly and said, "This IS by Jimmy Buffet."
"Cool!," said the drunk, and he sat back down.
I think this is a wonderful example of coolth under pressure.