no, I live in millerton. he looked at me funny when I brought up Dylan after we talked about the banjo, his only anecdote (about the banjo) being that he didn't know how he played so fast on his early records. I think this was 2006 or so and he said a few years before Dylan showed up at his house unannounced and they shot the stuff for awhile, I suppose.
I don't think he cared really either way, but it was offputting for me to bring up Dylan because he is in some ways just as big of an icon as Dylan, and he aborted the convo shortly after. it was a relatively short encounter. I know he brought up how he couldn't understand a thing Dylan said the last time he saw him on stage.
he was one of my idols at the time, so it was nice meeting him. I don't think his wife appreciated the grandeur I seemed to place on her husband with my kinda awestruck eyes. I didn't expect to see him at all aside from on the stage. coincidentally my banjo instructor was in the audience with his wife. (I no longer play.) man, he rocked the house at that concert too. his hands were still really dexterous. I saw him awhile after in beacon and he wasn't nearly as pliant on the instruments.
it was kind of amazing how he could bring the house down in his late eighties or ninety or whatever the heck year it was with a simple banjo and a simple guitar. maybe a capo.
the Poughkeepsie journal did a whole issue on him now. I have it. it says bob Dylan once called him a saint and he responded "what a terrible thing to call someone."