"George Harrison was making a Wilburys album with Bob. There was a deep and long-standing friendship between George and Bob, and the mood was quite jocular. Before George had even heard the song, Bob sat in the engineer’s seat, hit ‘record’, and said, ‘Play!’ Apparently, it was not the first time he’d done this to George. It was a respectable solo, but way out of tune – well, George didn’t even know what key the song was in! Bob indicated that the solo was perfect and that we were done. George rolled his eyes, turned to me and asked, ‘What do you think, Don?’ Suddenly, all the oxygen was sucked out of the room. The Concert For Bangladesh was sitting two feet away awaiting words of wisdom! How am I gonna tell George Harrison his solo wasn’t up to snuff? What if Bob really did think it was a good solo? I decided I wasn’t hired to be their adoring fan. ‘It was really good. But let’s see if you can do an even better one,’ I said. ‘THANK YOU,’ answered George. Bob laughed, rewound the tape."
- Don Was, “Life with Bob Dylan, 1989-2006”, Uncut mag. (via harrisonstories)
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