Bob Dylan

ALTER EGO: Bob, you’re wanted on the phone.

BOB DYLAN: Who is it?

ALTER EGO: They say they’re calling from Oslo,
Norway.

BOB DYLAN: I don’t know nobody in Norway.

ALTER EGO: They say it’s about the Nobel Prize.

BOB DYLAN: They must mean Thomas Dylan – or Dylan Thomas, or somebody.

ALTER EGO: No, Bob; they say we won the Nobel Prize.

BOB DYLAN: We?

ALTER EGO: Uh, you, Bob – they want to talk to YOU.

BOB DYLAN: I gotta go out.

ALTER EGO: But, Bob, they say they want to award you for
your body of work.

BOB DYLAN: They must be tone-deaf, or somethin’ – haven’t
they heard me sing?

ALTER EGO: It’s not for your singing, Bob?

BOB DYLAN: What’s wrong with my singin’? Everybody complains
about it, but they keep on buyin’ the recordin’s.

ALTER EGO: They say it’s for your lyrics, Bob – not your
songs.

BOB DYLAN: Don’t they know that lyrics are half of the
songs?

ALTER EGO: They say it’s for your poetry, Bob.

BOB DYLAN: I ain’t no poet; I’m a song-writer.

ALTER EGO: They are comparing you with Carl Sandburg and
Langston Hughes.

BOB DYLAN: I never heard none of their songs.

ALTER EGO: They’re not song-writers, Bob.

BOB DYLAN: Then, why bring ‘em up?

ALTER EGO: The committee wants to send the award. They’ll
need a mailing address.

BOB DYLAN: Give ‘em the post office box – but tell ‘em I ain’t signin’ nuthin’.

ALTER EGO: They say you have to get a tux and prepare a
speech for the ceremony.

BOB DYLAN: I don’t wear tuxes and I don’t make no speeches.

ALTER EGO: Bob, they say they have to talk to you personally
before they go any further.

BOB DYLAN: Tell ‘em I gotta go golfin’.

ALTER EGO: They say you can go fuck yourself – and, who do
you think you are, any way?

BOB DYLAN: Tell ‘em I’m the Bobster, baby – and I ain’t no
HO-uh!

SINGING: “The answer, mah frien’, is blowin’ in the wind...”

AUTHOR’S NOTE;


Visually, I barely am able to complete the drafts of my articles, which ably are reviewed and corrected, set up and provided with images by my colleague José Rosa. In this regard, I would like to apologize to my fellow writers and others for any of their comments I might have missed and to which I may have failed to respond.

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