"Play it all the way through over and over again and get down on your knees and thank Bob for letting you share his pain.- I just kept lookin at the side of her face -It's the way he sings it...."
"You have to be kind to people who don't get Bob. They live shadow llives like wraiths exiled from paradise. Help them by playing this to them - a lot- even if they beg you to stop"
"Bob does Beat poetry, goes electric, writes greatest song ever (LARS apparently) Abraham, Ezra Pound and Paul Revere's horse. How cool does he look on the sleeve?"
"You need it for-Up to Me-Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?-Caribbean Wind-and Bob's brilliant rhyming-I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be YERS!-I swear you can hear him smirk."
"How can he possibly be as smart as these songs at 23? Sometimes it makes me cross. Kind of think if you could take him for a drink he'd get really bored of you going-My top ten songs of yours are-"
"Bob tosses a coin to decide to go back to the ship or back to jail-It came up tails, it rhymed with sails, so I headed back to the ship- (I love him)"
"We all get a bit earnest sometimes. Bob gives his older, hepcat self something to sweat about with some unabashed protesting.His singing on Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll makes your back go tingly."
"Sob uncontrollably to Not Dark Yet. Giggle like an idiot at this exchange:waitress -you don't read women authors do you?-Bob (indignant)-Read Erica Jong!"
