Dylan was hard to find. He lives on the road but is never anywhere for more than a day. Finally, I tracked him down in some motel in Des Moines and placed a call. When I told him that we’d be honored if he played “Like a Rolling Stone,” he was lukewarm at best.
“That’s a little obvious,” he said. “There’s gotta be something else.”
“Dave and I really see ‘Like a Rolling Stone’ as our grand finale.”
The songwriter sighed. “It’s a big catalogue, Paul.”
Ha! Even the great artists get a little tired of their back pages.
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