I decided to re-watch “I’m Not There” (2007), an experimental biograhpical film about Bob Dylan. It was Chris, my bandmate in the Telepaths, who reminded me that Todd Haynes’ film was a freaking masterpiece. So post-gig, in a heap of brokenness, I sat on a plush couch, clicker in hand, and streamed it.

And little Black Woody hanging with Hobos & Kate Blanchett playing the r&r outlaw Dylan of the “Judas” years really does take the cake. Box cars and press conferences. The press conferences were probably more dangerous & funny; hostile journalists trying to put the rebellious, mercury-mouthed r&r wunderkind in a hole.

A deadly business for any working artist. I thought to myself, “Dylan, interviewing Dylan,” that would be fun.

In that spirit, not that I am comparing myself to Dylan, the idea of interviewing myself popped into my fevered-head. Recently someone asked me: “What’s with all the black in the middle of summer?”

Ha. Funny you should ask. Let’s get Jammer to do a little Q&A with Jammer!

Q: Is it to conjure an aura of r&r decadence?

A: Ha. r&r decadence or sweat maintenance? On stage, spontaneous combustion is a certainty. All that black is necessary camouflage.

Q: The bandana? Hippie cool?

A: Sheesh. Keeps the sweat from my eyes. And, of course, every day is a bad hair day. “Put a bird on it!”

Q: The shades?

A: Oh, come on, man. Eyes are mirrors of the soul. Don’t you know anything!? – Jammer