Poor Bob ..

He might be decent at lyrics, but he has always put money first.

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you

Oliver Beetroot wrote: »

The bigot? You mean the racist?

CaptainInsano wrote: »

But I can convert to Judaism. I can't convert to black or oriental. (Can you say oriental? )

Deleted User wrote: »

He's an utterly ignorant arsehole, consistently so. End of.

So in due course Bob Dylan arrives and when he sees there is a stranger, an infidel who he isn’t expecting, a look of panic sweeps over him and he pulls the toggles on this hoodie he is wearing over his bushy hair, so that all that is left is this small hole.

He then proceeds to eat the Mexican food we were having through this little hole, so that by the end of the meal the salsa and guacamole is smeared round the hood. I could hear him speaking in that inimitable Bob Dylan voice, but could not see him. At one point he started playing a little children’s keyboard and sang an old gospel song. I can’t think of a more searingly surreal moment in my life!

Eventually, after a few hours, Bob leaves, still with the hood round his face. As we sat there digesting the experience there was a knock on the door. I answered and there is Dylan standing there now with his hood off. He says, “I’ve got no gas in my truck. Could someone come with me to a gas station?” Given the attention of fans, he wouldn’t fill his own tank.

We eventually pull into this gas station, and now it’s about one in the morning. He gives me his credit card (I didn’t check if it said Robert Zimmerman), I swipe it at the pump, fill up the gas, and, as I am about to get back in the truck, he says: “No man, I gotta go, I got to go.” He pulls the door shut on me and then drives off down the road, leaving me on my own on the forecourt.

I hadn’t a cent in my pocket. Nothing. I had to ring my host call collect – this was before mobiles – and get him to pick me up. I even had to ask the gas station cashier where I was, because I’d never been to LA before.

diomed wrote: »

He should have performed a Nobel Prize song and performed it.

Nobel invented dynamite, safer than nitroglycerin.
The only thing that rhymes with it is whispering.
Nobel invented gelignite, safer than dynamite
Something, something midnight and candelight.
And then ballistite, a predecessor of cordite.
Rhymes with stalactite and airtight.