Hey, Bobby. Happy birthday, buddy.
“Yeah, uh, thanks. The big seven-one.”
Is that big?
“For me. All of my best years have been when my age was a prime number.”
Okay. Your family do anything special for you?
“They called. I’m in Reno.”
Ew.
“Not a great town. It’s pretty much Vegas for dirtbags. And, you know: Vegas is Vegas for dirtbags.”
You excited about the Wolf Brothers tour?
“You betcha. Tons of fun. Although, uh, I didn’t know that Bob knew how to play stand-up bass.”
Bob?
“Dylan.”
Bobby, that’s not Bob Dylan.
“Well, then, he should stop screwing up the arrangements.”
wtf drum-fur?
I once saw Bobby almost punch Dylan for messing with the arrangements. It was a harness track in western New York, and the band was called “The Dead” but I don’t remember the year. ’05 ’06? Was anyone else there? I think Willie Nelson played but that must have been a different year.
Thoughts on Bob Dylan man
I just don’t know enough about Mr. Zimmerman, to be honest. Big hole in my musical knowledge.