One night around that time, at Hammersmith, Bob Dylan was about to go into [his 1963 classic] 'Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.He said, 'Hey, Bucky! Play mandolin on this.' I am not really a mandolin player; I could only play in certain keys. Halfway through, he stops the band, turns to the audience and points to me. He says: 'He isn't playing, he's miming.' And then: 'Should I fire him?' The whole audience yells.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.

Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.