It doesn't get funnier and/or cooler than this. Dylan is at a cultural remove from everything that happens today, you don't catch him on Twitter talking about his breakfast, you won't find him wedged between Whoopi Goldberg and Joy Behar on The View, no, he manages to slip through this hyperreal globalised super-structure we call the modern world by playing town to town with his cowboy band on low lit stages night after night, not talking to the audience, escaping the TMZs and the Entertainment Tonights, even the local news. But here he is, in Vegas, the definition of the hyperreal and looking rather cool.
AND he fist-bumps.
The most surreal part of this is Chum Lee having Self Portrait, SELF PORTRAIT! for Bob Dylan to sign. With that back catalogue all they have is SELF PORTRAIT!!
I think Bob saw the funny side.