5:30 A.M.: [Al] Jarreau corners [Bob] Dylan by the piano. He’s choked up. “Bobby,” Jarreau says, holding back tears, “in my own stupid way I just want to tell you I love you.” Dylan slinks away without even looking at him. Jarreau walks to the door of the studio, looks back at Dylan, cries, “My idol,” bursts into tears and leaves.
--from the We Are The World
liner notes, quoted in Jason Hare's Chart Attack
A lagniappe of cultural kitsch and B-movie claptrap