Bob Dylan v. The Interviewer
Monday, April 10, 2006
[I’m not sure anyone as yet has a handle on Bob Dylan, but he is funny. He has always proved a frustrating person to interview, as some of the below exchanges make clear! I always have a sense that he did not take himself nearly so seriously as everyone else.]
Q: Tell us about your movie.
BD: It’s gonna be in black and white.
Q: Will it be in the Andy Warhol Style?
BD: Who’s Andy Warhol? Listen, my movie will be – I can say definitely – it will be in the style of the early Puerto Rican films.
Q: Who’s writing it?
BD: Allen Ginsburg. I’m gonna rewrite it.
Q: What do you think of your teenage fans?
BD: What do you mean when you say “teenager”? I don’t know what you mean. I have no picture of a teenager in my mind. Name me a teenager. I have no recollection of ever being a teenager.
Q: What do you think of the new folk music?
BD: Everyone sounds incompetent.
Q: What do you think of the new Bob Dylan?
BD: What’s your name?
Q: Dave Moberg.
BD: Okay. What would you think if someone asked you, What do you think of the new Dave Moberg? What new Dave Moberg?
Q: You must obviously make a lot of money nowadays?
BD: I spend it all. I have six Cadillacs. I have four houses. I have a plantation in Georgia Cape Canaveral
Q: What kind of people do you take an instant dislike to?
BD: I take an instant dislike to people who shake a lot. An instant dislike – wham! Most of the time I throw them against the wall. I have a bodyguard, Toppo. . . TOPPO! Is Toppo in there? I have a bodyguard to get rid of people like that. He comes out and wipes them out. He wiped out three people last week.
Q: Why do some of your songs bear no relation to their titles?
BD: Give me an example.
Q: “Rainy Day Women No. 12 & 35.”
BD: Have you ever been to North Mexico
Q: Not recently.
BD: Well, I can’t explain it to you then. If you had, you’d understand what the song’s about.
Q: Do you have any children?
BD: Every man with medical problems has children.
Q: What are your medical problems?
BD: Well, there’s glass in the back of my head. I’m a very sick person. I can’t see too well on Tuesdays. These dark glasses are prescribed. I’m not trying to be a beatnik. I have very mercuryesque eyes. And another thing – my toenails don’t fit.