Alan Jules Weberman was a scruffy-looking resident of the Lower East Side who became obsessed with the idea that Bob Dylan was a major radical poet and sought to interpret his more elliptical songs by whatever means necessary — even searching through his garbage for clues. Eventually, Weberman managed to get something more tangible and valuable — these tape recordings of a couple of phone conversations he had with Dylan about an article that he was preparing on the reclusive songwriter. You feel like you are eavesdropping on the private Dylan — a semi-articulate, profane, thoroughly ordinary person, not the wise young genius of myth. Dylan comes out in a hostile mood at first, fiercely protective of his privacy, aggressively correcting Weberman’s text. He is not above name calling; “I’ve got a good song about you,” he tells Weberman. “It’s called ‘Pig.'” The inept Weberman isn’t any better, but eventually he gets it together enough to strike a nerve, tearing into Dylan for not writing meaningful lyrics anymore and being no better than a typical capitalist (this was just after the period from Nashville Skyline through New Morning). It’s puzzling that Dylan doesn’t hang up on him — maybe he’s secretly fascinated by this obsessive madman. In any case, he goes on the defensive and doesn’t really have an answer for Weberman.