Article about the filming of Pat Garrett and Billy The Kid by Michael Watts.
We were touching down into Mexico City… when Kristofferson’s head came halfway across the gangway again and motioned behind him. He had just offered the bottle to Dylan, who had waved it away.
“Listen,” he said, “this guy can do anything. In the script he has to throw a knife. It’s real difficult. After ten minutes or so he could do it perfect.”
He leaned over further. “Listen, he does things you never thought was in him. He can play Spanish-style, bossa nova, flamenco… one night he was playing flamenco and his old lady, Sara, had never known him to do it at all before.”
I looked back at the crown of the straw hat in uncompromising full-frontal. I said I was too scared to talk to the man right now.
“Sheeeeit! Man,” Kristofferson roared. :You’re scared. I’m scared and I’m making a pitcher [sic] with him!”
I began to feel more than ever like the lead in ‘Ballad of a Thin Man.’