In September 1978, I walked up the steps onto Bob Dylan’s private jet (which I affectionately called ‘Bob Force One’); I thought, how did I get here? I was a 20-year-old Londoner and now Bob Dylan’s official photographer. 1978 was quite a year for me; it was the first time I had visited the USA. So, we left Los Angeles and flew across the US to the East Coast, to Augusta in Maine. It was an eventful flight, and I will write about that on another occasion. After all, this was the first time I had the opportunity to sit down and chat with Bob. Once we arrived in Augusta, we had one day of rehearsals, and then the next day, it was our first gig on the tour.
As always a delicious read! And the photos sublime! Miss having our prints on the wall!
Looking forward to your next story!
You absolute treasure trove! Fab story
this is a great story and awesome photos...thanks