Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy bench
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow


Brother Brian knew early on that Bob had the gift.  I bought the first albums with my $20 a day (cash) from Rod's motorcycle shop.  Had to leave them in Carmichaels when I went off to the war.  I appreciate this acknowledgment by the Nobel committee.  Add your thoughts and lyrics if you will.


Comments

Gina said…
You are the one who introduced me to Bob Dylan, Kevin. I have never seen or heard him that I haven't thought of you in high school. Dylan is a poet, one of those stream of consciousness type of guys who tapped into the angst of injustice, war, relationships, confusion in a way that appealed to so many. I always loved the harmonica! Even Dad liked Dylan. I think it's fitting that like so many other artists, Dylan is doing Frank some these days.
Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me....
Brian said…
Me too Kevin! Do you remember Hamilton Camp? (Candian folk singer). Somewhere we(you) had an album that had a song by this guy (with many others).

For me it was 1964 and it was all Joan Baez and Peter Paul and Mary (all great stuff). By 1967 we had Sargent Peppers, the Who, Jefferson Airplane etc. (the world had changed). In 1965 Dylan went electric, Pete Seeger was mad.

Who knows what our parents thought!

Again in 1965 Dylan released "Like a Rolling Stone" (the world had changed). I have not kept up with him but there for a while he was just an "old blues man".

Did anyone listen to his Sinatra album?

--Brian
Kevin Kennison said…
I don't remember his Sinatra covers, but I'm going to search it. Thanks Brian.
Kevin Kennison said…
Diane Rehm finished her first hour this morning with a discussion of Mr. Dylan's work and then played out with the last three verses of The Times They Are A- Changin'. Maybe more true today than ever before.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Brian said…
"he not busy being born is busy dying" and every other line in this song ("It's alright Ma")
Brian said…
Here's a link to a transcript of a speech Dylan gave in 2015. http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/read-bob-dylans-complete-riveting-musicares-speech-20150209
Kristin said…
Kevin did introduce us to Dylan, Joan, and Peter, Paul and Mary. Wonderful albums! Robbie gave me the Sgt Peppers album. That Hi-Fi that Bert made was terrific!
Carey said…
Thanks Kevin for creating this blog.
My view of Dylan is different because I have no memory before Dylan.
I actually played "The Times are a Changing" for my high school graduation court in 1980.
Dylan is arguably the most important singer songwriter ever.
I have been revisiting many songs since the Nobel award.
So everyone put on your best shower voice and let go!!!
Brian said…
Carey, what about "forever young" at our wedding? Pretty good if I remember right!

Man you're missing it if you've never heard Kevin singing "It Ain't me Babe". The man can blast!.

It kind of reminds me though of one night I was watching Kevin playing basketball ( I think it was the JV game at the high school gym ) but anyway Kev was driving hard, made it through the defense but had so much momentum that when he got to that lay-up the ball hit the backboard with about the same speed and intensity that Kevin was running. I pretty sure no one was hurt!. So be careful when you're letting it go.
Kevin Kennison said…
Brian, I'm smiling about the "slam" layup. I most like hit the pads on the back wall as well, since they were only 4' from the basket. You jest about my off key bleating on It Ain't Me Babe and you always start it up when we are together. Bring the whole songbook next reunion and I'll pick out a softer ballad.
Brian said…
Kevin, no I don't think you got what I was after. You're right that you probably hit the wall pretty hard too!.

What I was trying to get at is that you sing with enthusiasm, you played ball with enthusiasm, your live with enthusiasm. I think we all recognize enthusiam and most of us enjoy having and seeing it but what really makes it great is to be able to temper that drive so that we're able to put it up softly and somehow make that basket. We all have stumbled upon it at some time in our lives buy it's so much harder to do it on demand!

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