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Does he sign sometimes or never?

I saw him rushing out through the backdoor of the DOCKS clubshow in
Hamburg in 2003. A hanky over his head - at least I think he was it;-)
Special moment.

There was an autograph collector who said he´s been trying to get one
from 1978 (the first German tour) to now - with no success.

I did in a way. He played in Horsens in 2000. He had a decoy going in through the front door and he went in through the back himself. I knew he was gonna go that way, so I stood there with paper and pencil to get his autograph. His car parked 10 meters from me (Couldn't get closer because of the fence). I shouted: "HEY DYLAN, CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH"???!!! He didn't react at all and he just went in.

JumpingKentFlash

Maybe "HEY DYLAN" is just not the way he wants to be called from a fan...;-)

Lol. Maybe. But Bob sounds like an illness and that wouldn't work either. :-)

JumpingKentFlash

A humble "Excuse me, Mr. Dylan" seems to work best:

[www.punkhart.com]

Wonderful story!!! (link put up on RO by Gazza)

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"Music is the frozen tapioca in the ice chest of history."

"Shit!... No shit, awright!"



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Some people you wouldn't want to meet.

Bob Dylan is one. Lou Reed is another. What would you say? I don't think you can say anything right, if they happen not to like you.

I've met Lou Reed. It was about 6 years ago. He signed my copy of "New York". He was actually surprisingly approachable and quite pleasant.

x



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wonderful story- thanks for sharing

Thx Beelyboy, great story- thousand times worth a signature.

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"Music is the frozen tapioca in the ice chest of history."

"Shit!... No shit, awright!"

Great story - I think he sold the Rundown Studios complex in Santa Monica around 1982 after Howard Alk's suicide there - going by your mention that it was his 'gospel' period, maybe this took place just before that?

Dylan actually owned (or owns) a coffee shop in Santa Monica, according to Howard Sounes' biography. Maybe it was the one you were in that day!

I've heard a few nice stories of people meeting him and behaving in a way similar to what you did and it turning out quite memorable. He seems more likely to react positively to that than if someone is going to go all freaky on him. He's pretty uncomfortable with that sort of attention.

i admire your restraint!

Cool style, Billie

Great read Billy, if only everyone was as thoughtful as you towards people like Dylan....

Thanks for sharing, Beelyboy!! Must have been a great experience for you!!!

WHO would want to??

I would, Debra - and, as you'd obviously like to meet me, then (by default) you'd like to meet Bob Dylan too. ;-)

Me mum always used to say . . . "If you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything." So maybe if we choose to pretend we didn't read a negative remark a few posts above, it will go away.

No, but one time I was heckling him from the front row and when he played Masters Of War he looked right at me when he sang the line "Like Judas of old .... "

Never been close to the man, but my friend has a "meeting Dylan" story that I like a lot.

Right after college, in the '80s, my friend had a job working in a funky used record store in New Orleans -- one that also sold a lot of old collectibles and memorabilia, posters, back issues of '70s rock magazines, music books and the like. It was actually quite an impressive little store but very disorganized and funky. Anyway, one summer evening, about an hour before closing, she is there manning the store by herself, and suddenly Dylan walks in. Sunglasses, boots, polka dot shirt, the whole getup. He starts shopping. He's looking around at everything, and really digging into the crates of records and stuff. He starts making a stack of stuff -- records, old magazines about blues, concert posters, a couple of expensive and rare old New Orleans R&B records that were displayed on the wall. He shops for like around 45 minutes, basically alone in the store, and accumulates quite an impressive little pile.

Comes up to the counter. The store had no real cash register and a very cumbersome process for checking out, my friend is scrambling to write down all this stuff in a binder and add up the prices and stuff. Bob is standing there, patiently, and there is one of those little spinning racks of postcards by the counter. He is turning the rack around slowly while he waits. Suddenly he makes this "hmm, that's interesting" sort of face, pulls out this postcard from the rack, and it's a picture of him from the very early years, much like the cover of his first album, with the little cap and guitar. He takes about four or five of these postcards and places them on top of his stack of stuff on the counter, and *that's* when my friend made eye contact with him, and he gave her this sheepish little grin. It was just this great little moment, here's Bob Dylan, buying postcards of himself... It was funny, and it totally broke the ice of that ludicrous "he knew that I knew that he knew that I knew he was Bob Dylan" and the whole celebrity-encounter thing. And there was a little pause while the two of them both spent a moment together looking at this black and white picture of him from way way back.

This was before Dylan lived in New Orleans, so we think he was there on a reconnaissance mission to check it out.

This friend of mine was also the same girl who worked at the candy counter in a movie theater on 8th street in New York, and one night delivered a bunch of cokes and popcorn and movie snacks to Electric Ladyland recording studio when the Stones were there sometime in the '80s. It was this crazy errand, the manager told her "Go deliver these down the street," no idea what for, she goes and gets buzzed in and lo and behold it's Ron Wood, Keith Richards and a bunch of other people sitting around the studio with the munchies!



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hearing great stories like this , is what makes logging onto IORR,
that little bit more pleasurable.

Yes, me like this too!

Yes,
Many years ago [Rolling Thunder tour !].
Complete waste of time of course. I probably wouldn't think of anything sensible to say to God either ;^)

i posted this story a while ago........a person i know owns an antique shop in the L.A. area.......one day an old lady came up to him in the shop and told him that she thought there were two suspicious men (giving off fumes of liquor) shoplifting.......it turned out to be Bob Dylan and Tom Petty.......i've still got to ask him if he said anything to Dylan

Every promoter I've ever known, save one, has never met him. Venue staff has to remain 30 feet from him, avert their eyes so as not to make eye contact with him and, in recent years, TURN THEIR BACKS to him so as to avoid eye contact.

The one fellow I know who did meet him was there to help escort him from the bus into the venue which didn't have any sort of private backstage receiving area. He chatted briefly with Bob (who was very cordial) and guided him to his dressing room.

You hear stuff like this and you assume Dylan is some sort of nut-job. Then you read his book or hear his radio show and he's the most rational sounding person on earth.

Turning To Gold, could your story be from January 1989 perhaps? I was thinking about the Oh Mercy sessions, he descibes so well in his self-biography.

R Wrote:


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> You hear stuff like this and you assume Dylan is
> some sort of nut-job. Then you read his book or
> hear his radio show and he's the most rational
> sounding person on earth.


imo, the Dylan "nut-job" image is a defense mechanism he uses to keep his private/real self to himself (he's not nuts...just extremely private)

Great stories everyone.....keep 'em coming.

Never met Bawb. I have met Lou Reed three times 1984, 1989 and 2000. He recognised me the second and third time. He was very approachable on all three occasions.

Very enjoyable stories!