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It was NYC and back in the day. Called in to do some session work for a Bob Dylan track (Tangled Up In Blue). During a recording break, I saw Bob sitting on his own in the percussion section, sipping ccffee and scribbling something.
Ambling over and sitting down beside him on a drum I asked if he was reworking one of the awkward lyrics we'd been having timing problems with.
"Trying haiku," he says, without looking up, "Alan was talking about it." "What's that all about, then, Bobbie?" I wondered out loud. "As far as I can make out," (takes a sip of coffee and looks me square in the eye,) "telepathy."
This is how I got into haiku . . .
in the bus shelter
watching leaves fall—
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