Yes, we’re looking forward to the new album, but no, we never said his shit don’t stink

From the LA TImes:

How sweet is life when you live next to a celebrity in Malibu? Outside Bob Dylan’s house, the answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.

That’s what some of the singer-songwriter’s neighbors are claiming in an increasingly onerous dispute over a porta-potty at his sprawling ocean-view estate on Point Dume.

Residents contend that the nighttime sea breeze sends a noxious odor from a portable toilet on Dylan’s property wafting into their homes. The stench has made members of one family physically ill and forced them to abandon their bedrooms on warm nights, they claim.

For more than six months, Dylan has ignored their complaints and their pleas to remove the outhouse, the downwind neighbors say.

“Blowin’ in the Wind” is of course obvious, but here are a few relevant lyrics and titles that come to mind. Letterman style.

10. “There’s an evening haze, settling over town …”

9. “He saw an animal leaving a muddy trail … …”

8. “hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards …”

7. “Brownsville Girl, you’re my honey love…”

6. “flies buzzin’ around your …”

5. “It’s bad out there … Highwater everywhere …”

4. “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief …”

3. “When you’re near It’s just as plain as it can be …”

2. “The other is in his pants …”


1. Floater (Too Much To Ask)”

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