Bob, you crack me up

When we turn to radio in my Mass Communications classes I get to tell a Bob Dylan joke.
No, not a joke about Bob Dylan, a joke by Bob Dylan.
I know what you’re thinking. The Bob Dylan?
Yep, that one. The one who barely says a word during his concerts.
He’s really funny.
I still crack up every time I think of the press conference he did in San Francisco, I believe, in 1965. He was a new phenomenon then and the media had plenty of questions.
“Do you think of yourself primarily as a singer or a poet?” someone asked.
“Oh,” Dylan responded without missing a beat, “I think of myself more as a song and dance man, y’know.”
The Dylan joke I tell my students is one he told on his XM radio show several years ago. I always listened to him while driving home from a Monday night class. He didn’t play his own music on the show. He played music he liked. He’d say things like, “Here’s a blues guy from the ’40s. You probably never heard of him but he had a big influence on me.”
I loved it.
One night I tuned in and Bob said in that deadpan way of his, “I have a joke.”
He paused a moment or two and then told it:

A friend of mine opened a restaurant on the moon.
They say the food is great … but there’s no atmosphere.

He should be doing stand up.

Ed Ackerman