"In 1975 I went out East to catch a Bob Dylan show called "Rolling Thunder" that was a very eccentric show. It was rolling along without even proper bookings, they were booking from the town before, "Here comes Bob Dylan and a band of crazy people!”.
So I went out to see a show and they kidnapped me basically. In spite of management and everybody calling, “come home!”, “no I can’t!”. It was too interesting. So anyway in all these halls there were cops standing around and I decided, out of boredom really, to rip off cops. With the best of motives though, it was kind of like a psychological adventure, it was to include them, because we basically thought of them as “pigs” and they had pig tie tacks. But I would hit on them for their badges and in one way or another or try to steal it off of them. Each badge I got was different and also very touching. I only had one cop pull a gun on me in New York, he said, “you’re crazy”, which was partially true at that time. But the rest of them got the spirit of it.
So when I left “Rolling Thunder” I continued the game on my own tour, but in the South I was a little worried about it, you know, in Memphis, TN, I hit on a cop who was very cop like, "Yes ma’am" [mimics the cop]. With him I made a deal, I bartered a limo ride to the record store for his badge. He turned out to be the cop that photographed Martin Luther King after the assassination, so he had seen a lot of stuff down there and he took me to Old Beale Street, which was..like the Wall. When the Wall came down in Germany there was miles of rubble and tenements in the background, it was just…wrecking balls standing all around, undemolished buildings and these two blocks of black history waiting for the “City Fathers” to decide the fate. So we went there and also he took me to see an old blues musician, who’s name was Furry.”