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Rolling Thunder Revue.
Bob, 1964
Here is a Dylan story, featuring neither poet nor asshole. Tweedy heard it from his bass player. His bass player heard it from a girl he knows. The girl lived it. She was walking down the street in Memphis, Tweedy thinks it was. “She looked into the basement windows of a hotel, and she saw Bob Dylan swimming in the pool with his bodyguard. She decided, ‘Let’s go see what happens if I say hi.’ She walked into this hotel, and she walked over to the pool and said hi, and he took pictures with her. She said that she was a big fan and he said, ‘How many times have you come to see me?’ She said, ‘Twenty-five.’ And he said, ‘Oh, man, how can you take it?’ “ —Who Is This Bob Dylan? by Tom Junod
Dylan on stage
Bob Dylan / photo by Jerry Schatzberg, 1965.
Bob Dylan