Anything I Can Sing, I Call A

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

I Was Sick Of The Way My Lyrics Had Been Extrapolated, Their Meanings Subverted Into Polemics And That I Had Been Anointed As The Big Bubba Of Rebellion, High Priest Of Protest, The Duke Of Disobedience, Leader Of The Freeloaders, Kaiser Of Apostasy, Archbishop Of Anarchy, The Big Cheese. Horrible Titles Any Way You Want To Look At It. All Code Words For Outlaw.

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.

Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They Get In The Way.