If the prospect of Bob Dylan having his very own radio programme isn’t arousing enough, it is even apparently possible to email him with your questions and requests:
Don’t start stroking your genitals too vigorously though: it isn’t a freely available, or podcasted programme, as far as I can discover. You have to pay for to listen to XMRadio. Bastards. Still, Bob Dylan’s email address? Yes.
Dear Mr Dylan,
Being consistently one of the five best people in the world for nearly fifty years now – fun or folly? Why can’t the sun be both yellow and chicken at the same time? Can Kieran support you on tour next year? Is it true that you’re never going to die? Is anything that has ever been said or written about you true? How many songs can you write in one hour? Have you ever recorded versions of Desolation Blues or It’s Alright Ma, I’m Only Bleeding that actually go on forever? Do you like anyone? Would you like a cup of tea? What’s the best key to write a twenty-five minute song in? Will Wayne Rooney recover in time for the World Cup? How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man? Ever considered making an abstract laptop-improv album? Why did you accept an honorary degree from the University of St. Andrews despite clearly hating every moment of the ceremony? (I’m sorry I wasn’t there, by the way: I should have been, but I’d gone crazy. I’m OK now). Do you think you could ask the bloke I lent the first volume of your autobiography to about a year and a half ago to send it back? I think you’d be more persuasive than me. Tell him he should be made to wear earphones.
PS. This is fun, isn’t it?