Fab Foundations # 1: "Album-Cover Duality”

(Personal reflections inspired by Beatles songs)

Song: “Something”
Album: Abbey Road
Release Date: September 1969

How was it that the Beatles became so successful?  I’ve brought this up before in these blog pages - in the context of ‘luck’ (the question “were they just lucky?” was posed by my Mom a while back) - but it’s worth revisiting. I mean, here were four aspiring musicians who formed a band, not unlike so many who had done it before and who have done it since. They were from lower-middle class families, each with a below average formal education from what I can gather. This made it clear to me and many others in my generation that an Ivy League degree (or anything even close) was no prerequisite for generating Beatlemania. It was an eye opener and a game changer.

John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr were not born with silver spoons in their mouths.  There was no regal British blood running through their veins. Opportunity was not knocking at their doors.

In one of the great ironies of life, tragedy must have played a factor in the band’s success, seeing as both Lennon and McCartney lost their mothers at a young age, and the band lost a founding member, Stu Sutcliffe, in the early years.  We all know people who have had to overcome adversity. Some tackle it head-on and then rise to amazing levels. Others never find their moorings. 

The times certainly had something to do with it too, as the Beatles were part of a post-war-England generation with a chip on its shoulder, a need to prove to their parents who sacrificed so much that they had something of their own to show the world.

Hard work cannot be overlooked, nor can talent.  And yes, lady luck could have played a role. I mean, how often can it be said that four individuals hit the jackpot by finding each other in such a way (as with my Rolling Stones and Who blog series, this narrative – the whole being greater than the sum of its parts - has so much juicy potential here).

But there was something more.

When I was deep into my original Gem Music Video series back in 2007-08, tackling a different musician every week for 100 weeks, my sister Amy challenged me to write an entry about my Beatles music-loving roots. (the Gem Music Videos eventually morphed into this Music and Memory blog site and those “Gems” are now available here).  Amy was spot on.  By that time (~ 90 entries in), I had not really written much on this sensational band.  Sure, they had been discussed in fits and starts throughout, and several videos of their songs had even been posted.  And yet, I had not given the Fab Four they’re just dues.  But what could I say about the Beatles that has not been said by others? It seemed as if their lives and music had already been covered ad nauseam.  In truth, I was intimidated: If there were any new angles to write on regarding this band - while weaving them into my personal linkages (as I do with all these series) - it was going to take some thought. 

To get a unique slant on things, I had to go back to the beginning, recalling my first foray into a magical mystery tour that has had me caught in its wake for 44 years and counting.  Strangely enough, this initial seed proved not to be the music itself.  The initial seed was an album cover, more specifically the cover of “The Red Album” (1962 -1966). And as I thought more, I came to the realization that this album cover was my inroad to understanding the reason for the Beatles success as well.

“The Red Album”, along with Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, were the first real rock albums to make their way into the Steeves Family household, thanks to my Mom and Dad.  I would later get beyond the trappings and allure of ‘Greatest Hits’ albums like “The Red Album” but seeing as this album was a ground breaker, I have no gripes about it, only praise (as opposed to greatest hits albums in general, which I feel undermine the creative intent of the original albums that the songs were plucked from).  The Red Album was my initiation into the Beatles early-mid years, which greased the skids for all my subsequent rock album purchases, including most of the Beatles catalog.  Songs like “Michelle”, “Eleanor Rigby” and “Paperback Writer” were the first songs I would play repeatedly, lifting the needle up on the turntable, moving it backwards, and dropping it back down again.  While listening, I would read the words, song dates, and credits. 

I would also stare at the album cover.

The cover of the album was pretty darn cool.  On the front side was a photo of the Beatles circa 1963 on the stairwell of EMI studios, looking over the balcony, down at the camera man, and on the flip side were the Beatles in the same pose (same positions, left to right: Ringo, Paul, George, John), on that same stairwell, near the end of their collaboration in 1969.  As I would glance back and forth, one photo to the next, it felt as if I were looking at eight people, not four. This was fascinating to me. The difference in their appearance, particularly John and George, but also Paul and Ringo, was striking.

Now, I’m not talking about age, hair growth, or the possible ravages of drug abuse per se as principle driving factors.  I’ve seen all these as being much greater factors when looking at change in others.  For example, the difference in Keith Richards is dramatic when comparing a ’67 photo of him to a ’69 photo, which can be chalked up to all three of these factors (the good news for Keith: He’s barely aged since!).  Comparing these two Red Album photos however, I saw much more that should be attributed to the changes in the Beatles appearance.  And though I could not really nail it down at the time, what I was observing were the sage-like faces of knowledge, experience and wisdom.  This proved to be incredibly enlightening to me.  The changes in the Beatles were more in line with what you would expect to see in, say a grandparent when comparing their teen photos to their later years, particularly if that grandparent had been through much in the interim.  For the Beatles, however, there were only six years separating these two photos!

How could the Beatles have changed so much in so short a time?  Yes, they had seen the world, and met with virtually all the most famous people of their times.  They had become wealthy beyond their wildest imaginations. And yet, this has been the case for many others, without such a dramatic effect. No, I believe what changed the Beatles the most during the group’s career came from within. It was their openness, the breadth of their willingness to share their hearts, minds and souls with the world through the music they made together.  This more than anything was also why the Beatles were so successful.  They did not hold back one iota, which is a very, very hard thing to do.  Perhaps it was not so hard in the beginning, when they presumably had nothing to lose, but as time went by it must have gotten much more difficult to maintain that openness.  The Beatles did it for eight years, an amazing run.  As George Harrison once stated, “They (fans) gave their money and they gave their screams, but the Beatles kind of gave their nervous systems”.

After absorbing this concept to some degree all those years ago while looking at and listening to the Red Album as a 13 year-old kid, it was effortless to connect with the rest of the Beatles music.  It was all about filling in the song-story between those two pictures. And boy has it ever been fun:  From the Dylanesque “White Album” (The Beatles), to the psychedelic dream state of Sgt Pepper.  From the willingness to cry for “Help”, to the spiritual depth and beauty of “Long, Long, Long”; from the beautifully melodic “Martha My Dear”, to the intensity of “Oh, Darling”; from the brutal honesty of letting the cameras role as the band broke up in front of our eyes during the film Let it Be to their classy, brilliant, final regrouping for Abbey Road (side two after “Here Comes the Sun” is simply put, one, long, magnificent, harmonious, subconscious, goodbye). From the original album-oriented music of Revolver to the singles that defined a generation: “Hey Jude”, “All You Need is Love”, and“Strawberry Fields”. 

It certainly has been fun.

The Beatles were common ground for a family (Steeves) with very diverse musical interests.  They were the one band you could find in all our album/tape collections. This, I believe was the case in many other families. Come Together? Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! You Bet.

I could have picked any number of songs to open this Fab Foundations series, but I had to settle on something…. “Something”, yes that works! ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UelDrZ1aFeY ). This video (“Something”) was the last real collaboration the four Beatles worked on together, although they were by this time (late ’69) pretty much defunct as a band.  It shows the Beatles in separate clips with their spouses - a coordinated montage of sorts – and reflects well those older, wiser Beatles in the photo on the flip side of the Red Album (Side Note: Everyone looks happy in this video except Paul McCartney, who looks devastated, which supports my hypothesis that “Oh Darling” was a plea to John Lennon). George Harrison’s “Something” is one of the most beautiful of love songs. For a band that espoused love in their music more than any other I know, it was a perfect music video for the Beatles to sign out to.

As for this Fab Foundations series, well… I’m just getting started.  With the intention of building on that Red Album-cover enlightenment angle, I look forward to a year of listening to Beatles music (along with sprinklings of their solo material, because the Beatles story is far too short, and the solo albums are a natural extension). It’s been a long, long, ….long time.

- Pete

Master Blueprints Table of Contents (personal reflections inspired by the music of Bob Dylan)

Below are links to each of the 50 Master Blueprint entries, which are personal reflections inspired by the music of Bob Dylan, written throughout 2018. 

# 1

Mr Tambourine Man

# 2

Mississippi

#3

I Believe In You

#4

A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall

#5

Señor

#6

Watching the River Flow

#7

Foot of Pride

#8

Just Like a Woman

#9

Tangled Up in Blue

#10

Girl from the North Country

#11

Tryin' to Get to Heaven

#12

Odds and Ends

#13

Dear Landlord

#14

Man in the Long Black Coat

#15

Like a Rolling Stone

#16

She's Your Lover Now

#17

Mama, You Been On My Mind

#18

One More Cup of Coffee

#19

Isis

#20

Hurricane

#21

Jokerman

#22

Red River Shore

#23

It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

#24

Congratulations

#25

Maggie's Farm

#26

Lay Lady Lay

#27

Not Dark Yet

#28

The Man in Me

#29

Heart of Mine

#30

Knockin' on Heaven's Door

#31

I Feel a Change Comin' On

#32

All Along the Watchtower

#33

It's All Over Now Baby Blue

#34

I Shall Be Released

#35

Handy Dandy

#36

Desolation Row

#37

Forever Young

#38

Cold Irons Bound

#39

Blind Willie McTell

#40

Chimes of Freedom

#41

Shooting Star

#42

Changing of the Guards

#43

Brownsville Girl

#44

High Water (for Charley Patton)

#45

Blowin' In the Wind

#46

Visions of Johanna

#47

Every Grain of Sand

#48

Subterranean Homesick Blues

#49

Shelter from the Storm

#50

When I Paint My Masterpiece

Master Blueprints # 50: “Someday Everything is Gonna Be Smooth Like a Rhapsody, When I Paint My Masterpiece”

(Personal reflections inspired by Bob Dylan songs)

Song: “When I Paint My Masterpiece”
Album: Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Vol. II
First Recorded: March 1971

Welcome to my final Master Blueprint entry, capping off a yearlong commitment of listening almost exclusively to the music of Bob Dylan, and in the process, writing down the thoughts and memories that his music ignites in me on a weekly basis.  When I started this series, I must admit it was with a bit of dread, which I hope you can come to understand as you read on.  That feeling began to seep in a full 6 years earlier, when I made the decision on the order I would tackle this overriding Music and Memory concept.  At the time, I zeroed in on 5 musicians/bands who I believed I had enough ammo on to dedicate an entire year each of weekly writing; those being the Rolling Stones (2012), Neil Young (2014) the Who (2016), Bob Dylan (2018), and the Beatles (planned for 2020). 

One early idea I had was that I would alternate between the three established bands and the two musicians who are known better as individualists, which has helped to keep things fresh (as it turns out this alternating also happens to be between British and North American musicians, which has also kept things fresh).  Another early thought was that I would write every other year, taking a break in between each series.  A key reason I did this was in anticipation of this Master Blueprint series.  I knew I would need an extra year to prep for Bob Dylan; the depth and breadth of his material was simply too expansive to dive right in after wrapping up the prior series.  Dylan was intimidating in other ways too.  Just listen to any of his albums.  He’s challenging his listeners all the time, and I felt strongly six years ago that this all-encompassing challenge was going to translate big time when it came to writing thoughts that centered around his music.  Sure enough, it most certainly did. 

Perhaps because Bob Dylan is always challenging us can at least partly explain why many people struggle with making inroads to his Nobel-winning ‘literature’ (music) despite its grandeur.  In other words, the ear training is much more than just adapting to his oft simple, sparse arrangements and even more-often raspy vocals.  Indeed, there are multiple layers of peeling needed to truly connect with this artist, who can only be embraced a bit at a time.  Put it all together though – the lyrics, tonality, instrumentation, grammar, phonality, semantics, melody, attitude, sincerity, longevity, spirituality, depth, breadth - and you ultimately have a very good angle on truth.

I’m sure I surprised a majority of my family and friends this year with the intensity of my connection to Bob Dylan’s songs.  Anyone who knows me well is fully aware of my on-again/off-again enthrallment with the Who, Neil Young, the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, among other great musicians.  But not so much Dylan.  The fact of the matter is that I’ve always found it relatively easy to get those other band’s music on to my turntable when entertaining others.  Bob Dylan, however, has ended up being the one musician I listen to primarily on my own.  Why?  Well, not only is Dylan an acquired taste (as discussed above), he also requires focus.  Accordingly, my guests would have had to deal with my being constantly distracted or immerse themselves in my distraction.

And so, like the boy who hears the jingle bell in The Polar Express or, closer to home like my Dad when listening to Mozart, I’ve kinda had to accept this semi-private world as is.  How do you explain the jingle bell?  You don’t, unless you are in communion with others who hear it.  I long ago concluded that it is up to the individual to make inroads into Bob Dylan’s music. No one’s going to compel you….at least audibly.  The written word might be another matter though, seeing as over the past year I think I’ve been able to relay my Dylan fascination to those who read this blog series on a regular basis.  Regardless, we all know there are many ways for people to tap into the deeper meaning of things.  This just happens to be a significant one for me, which has allowed me to expound.

Listening to Bob Dylan’s music this past year has taught me a few things about myself.  For example, I’ve always known that I have an odd tendency to refrain from taking in or tackling the entirety a good thing, be it a band’s discography, a television series, a programming language, a coin collection, a book series, etc.  In the past I’ve explained this away as my taking comfort in the fact that there would always be some undiscovered treasure out there.  I mean, what fun is it to know you’ve found it all?  To a degree I still believe this to be true. 

But now I know there’s much more to it.  Bob Dylan has committed himself fully to his craft, which is a very difficult thing to do. This includes the musical historian in him, and the artist, and the poet, the writer, the stage act, the DJ, and of course, the musician.  Enveloping it all is his spirituality; his quest for salvation.  I now see my resistance to taking in the entirety of something through this prism.  I’ve tried to put my all into this blog series however (as well as the ones that preceded it), and I hope to build on that effort with other works in my future, be they related to writing, faith, or any other endeavor.

As with my other blog series on the Rolling Stones, Neil Young and the Who, there were a handful of Bob Dylan songs that blew me away for the first time this past year, including “Desolation Row” (more on this one below), “Heart of Mine”, “I Feel a Change Comin’ On”, and “Roll on John”.  Other songs cut deeper than they ever had before, including “Foot of Pride”, “Brownsville Girl”, and “Chimes of Freedom”.  Alternatively, I knew I was not going to soar much higher than I already had with anything off Bringing It All Back Home, John Wesley Harding, The Basement Tapes, Blood on the Tracks, Slow Train Coming, Infidels, Oh Mercy or Time Out of Mind.  In those circumstances, it was up to me to recall my highest of highs from the past.  Capturing a past high can be a lot harder to do than taking a fresh perspective on something of quality, where you have never reached the mountaintop before.  Those new peaks for me were achieved with the overall essence that is Blonde on Blonde, Street Legal, Shot of Love, and Modern Times.

Back in 2008 and 2009, before I started these blog series, I wrote 100 email letters to family and friends, which I dubbed Gem Music Video of the Week (these can be found on this blog site, if you scroll to the very beginning).  My very first entry began:

‘Hey everyone, here’s my new home email address.  I'm launching this address with a weekly series: Gem Music Video of the Week.  It's pretty amazing having all this video music at your disposal on YouTube, so for those who are search-challenged I am tracking some chestnuts.’

The idea started small – posting music videos and concert tracks of many of my favorite musicians and their songs with some commentary - but grew over those 2 years, leading to what I’m doing today.  The very last of those 100 email letters was centered on Bob Dylan’s song “When I Paint My Masterpiece”.  In a rare case of double dipping, I would like to use it again here.

In that writeup, I wrote about the concept of quality, having just finished the Robert Pirsig novel Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which has this concept at the core to the storyline (so much so, that the word is capitalized throughout).  The book had been recommended to me earlier that year by one of the recipients of those emails, one of my great Canadian friends, Pat Shea. I went on to write about some of Pat’s unique qualities and then followed up writing about the unique qualities of several other recipients. To sum up, I then went on to say:

Yet the concept of Quality can be related to other things as well:  Music, writing, friendship, parenthood, anything you put your mind to.  I hope by opening myself here over these past 2 years, a bit of Quality came out in this writing.  As for the selected set of Gem Videos, well, there's no question.’

When I was back to Ottawa this past fall for work (and an opportunity to see Pat), a guy sat next to me at a bar as I watched my hometown Boston Red Sox in the World Series against the L.A. Dodgers.  He was an amiable fellow and I soon concluded that my undivided attention to the game was not going to happen.  That was ok.  This guy was interesting.  At one point, he mentioned Robert Pirsig, and asked if I’d read his books.  I told him, yes, I’d read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.  He then responded, ‘how about the sequel, Lila’.  I told him no, I had not.  He finally suggested I check it out.   

I just this week finished Lila, and although not as good as Zen, it has its moments.  Where the central concept of Zen is quality, with Lila, its morals. While reading, I was probing for a tie-in to this closing writeup.  I’d pretty much concluded that thoughts related to Lila were not going to fit in with this series.  That is, until I got to the last sentences of chapter 26, near the end of the book, which references the 18^th century short poem “The Tyger” (also referred to as The Tiger: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43687/the-tyger  ), by 19^th century artist/poet English William Blake.  At the time, I’d thought, ‘ok, I’d never heard of this poem until 3 months ago (when I referenced it in Master Blueprint # 39), and here I am hearing about it again’.  That first occurrence was initiated by a Bob Dylan twist of the poem in the closing lyrics of his last original song on a studio album to date; “Roll on John” off 2012’s Tempest.  It was just another serendipitous moment in a year loaded with them.

There’s all sorts of intriguing stuff going on here, but I need to hit the homestretch, else I could be in danger of starting my own sequel (and besides, much in relation to “Roll on John” and “The Tyger” was already covered in that earlier #39 entry).  The connection I want to focus on has to do with a lyric in this week’s closing Master Blueprint, “When I Paint My Masterpiece” (https://vimeo.com/75113136 ).  It’s what gave me a nice final headshaking moment to this amazing year.  The lyric goes:

“Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see em’ “

“When I Paint My Masterpiece” is a song that Bob Dylan appears to have had a lot of fun with.  He’s messed with the lyrics over the years, and blended ancient history with modern times.  It’s like a painter trying to figure out color and layout. What I’d not observed until this week is that he also appears to have lyrics out of place.  For example, “young girls pullin’ muscles” doesn’t seem to fit where it is with “clergymen in uniforms”, but it most certainly would fit with “had to be held down by big police” (connoting a Beatles-like fan riot).  Same with the notion that “a long, hard climb” would fit much better with “when I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese”. 

I believe what Bob Dylan is saying here is that you can have all your pieces to a masterpiece there right in front of you, but if you don’t see how to arrange them you may as well be sitting in front of a blank canvas.  It gets an artist to do inconsequential things like messing with the color or the layout.  These thoughts are what “mighty kings of the jungle” jarred out of me.  The line before, Bob Dylan sings of lions in the Coliseum.  The thing about lions is, they live in savannah’s not jungles.  But their close relative, the tiger is a jungle dweller.  Perhaps Bob Dylan never had this nuance in mind, but I do think he had a lot of riddle-like fun with this song.  Regardless, I’d have never gone down that thought process without reading the aforementioned last sentences in chapter of Lila. 

It’s been so much fun making these kinds of observations of Bob Dylan’s songs this past year.  I’ve made a good number of them, although I’m sure there are many more left on the cutting room floor.  A favorite of mine was when I tackled “Desolation Row” (Master Blueprint # 36).  One thing for sure, if you are going to paint a masterpiece it’s going to have to be from that proverbial place, Desolation Row.  It’s a mental space, and anyone who explores the arts, be it music, literature, painting, is going to have to pay a price to find it.  I may or may not have painted my masterpiece with this blog series (there likely being one too many pieces out of place?), but I do believe I at least found that mental place to write it.  I’ll take it.  It puts me in good company.

- Pete

Master Blueprints # 49: “Try Imagining a Place Where It’s Always Safe and Warm, Come in She Said I’ll Give Ya Shelter from the Storm”

(Personal reflections inspired by Bob Dylan songs)

Song: “Shelter from the Storm”
Album: Blood on the Tracks
Release Date: January 1975

Well, I’m about at the end of the line with this yearlong odyssey of routinely listening to the music of Bob Dylan and then writing down follow-up thoughts that percolate to the surface on a weekly basis.  One more entry to go after this one.  It’s hard to fathom I’m on this end of the storyline, seeing as there were points this year where I’d felt drained of the energy and time I needed to fuel this nova.  At other points I’d felt intimated to carry through with a specific idea.  Are some things better left unsaid?  Will I be putting myself out there a bit too much for my own wellbeing? 

I’m grateful to say I persevered on all accounts, guided by good conscience and prayer, but I could not have done it without support.  And so, this entry is to acknowledge everyone who helped me get to the finish line.  I’ll be breaking it up into 2 sections:  Acknowledging those who I’ve connected with for the first time this year, followed by acknowledging my long-term support.  Finally, I’ll close with a bit of gratitude to Bob Dylan himself.

Let me begin with Karl Erik Andersen, who hosts the phenomenal Bob Dylan internet news site “Expecting Rain” ( https://www.expectingrain.com/ ).  Karl posted my blog entries every week on his site, never missing one.  There were a handful of times where I thought a given entry may have been a little too personal or outlandish or spiritual, or verbose, but this did not deter him.  My thinking is that Karl could see from the beginning that my proposed entries aligned with the goodwill nature of his site, and always had Bob Dylan deep in the mix.  Expecting Rain is as classy a website as you are going to find out there, which one can sense almost immediately upon entering.  Thank you, Karl

Next up, Linda Stroback.  Linda welcomed me into her home in Hibbing, Minnesota back in March, as I made my way through town on a work trip to International Falls (see Master Blueprint # 10).  Zimmy’s - the Bob Dylan-themed restaurant that Linda and her husband ran for close to 2 decades - was a labor of love and will always be recognized as such by myself and many others (for a ‘taste’ of all this, see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB8MHpF6LgM ).  Linda was as genuine as I’d deduced after our online exchanges.  The real deal.  She brought to life the town of Bob Dylan’s upbringing, and then went on to support my writing endeavors for the rest of 2018.  Thank you, Linda

There was a second Linda at the Stroback residence when I visited Hibbing.  Linda Whiteside.  This ‘thank you’ entry is not in top down order, but if it was, Linda Whiteside would likely be first at bat.  Our deep discussion on the music of Bob Dylan in Linda Stroback’s kitchen carried on throughout the year via email.  Linda has been a reliable sounding board as ideas brooded in my mind from entry to entry.  She has also been the most kindred of kindred spirits in all things Bob Dylan, from Theme Time Radio Hour to “Forever Young” musings, to Al Kooper to transfigurations.  Thank you, Linda.

Kees de Graaf delves into the spiritual interpretation of Bob Dylan’s lyrics more than anyone I know.  His brilliant web site is ‘Testament’ alone to this conclusion, be it Old, New, or otherwise ( https://www.keesdegraaf.com/index.php/98/bob-dylan-song-analysis ).  I had several enlightening exchanges with Kees on a handful of Bob Dylan’s lesser understood spiritual songs, including “Roll on John”, “Jokerman”, and “All Along the Watchtower”.  I believe Kees is a soothsayer in terms of understanding where Dylan’s legacy is heading (Read: In a deeply spiritual direction).  It’s always good to know you have someone of like mind when you make such statements yourself.  Thank you, Kees.

Glenn Pud Parker Jr., the administrator of the Facebook Page Dylanology is next on the docket.  As be the case with Expecting Rain (see above) I could sense nothing but goodwill on these pages.  Entries submitted to Dylanology must pass the ‘sniff test’, which requires “Due Dylan-gence” (I just came up with that one).  With over 16,000 members, this can take time, and I appreciate that level of effort from Mr. Parker (and his cohort Tony Rockwell).  By the way, my original title for my blog series was going to be “Dylanology”, but once I saw this name taken by Parker, Rockwell, et al., I resorted to “Master Blueprints”.  I also take this moment to recognize the other Bob Dylan Facebook pages that supported me in this endeavor (8 in all).  Thank you Pud Parker. Thank you all. 

Musician Dave Tilton recently produced an excellent album, Street Legal Revisited, which covers every song on the original Bob Dylan album Street Legal.  I highly recommend it ( http://newhatrecords.com/dave/ ).  I had just done a writeup centered on a song off Street Legal (“Changing of the Guards”) when Dave reached out to ask me to give his new album a review.  I was honored.  Dave was emblematic of the many folks I heard from this year whom I’ve never met:  Real, creative and engaging.  Like Bob Dylan’s character ‘Alias’ in the movie Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, a good number chimed in anonymously with their thoughts.  Thank you, Dave Tilton and all you other contributors; both those with associated names, as well as the anonymous.

A thank you too goes out to 1) the wonderfully quirky cast of characters I met in Woodstock - see Blueprint # 34, 2) Ou Kaiwen, who is in the process of tuning my ear into Bob Dylan’s ‘Never Ending Tour’ vocals, 3) Ms. Joan Osborne, 4) Mr. Al Kooper and 5) all you Facebook Thumb-uppers.

Ok, now for my more long-term network.

First up, Mom and Dad.  As a son who has the love and support of parent’s such as mine, you never want to let them down.  In that regard, an endeavor such as this one has its risks: Topics can be misunderstood in a multitude of ways be they faith-based misunderstandings, generational ones, political.  A writer’s thoughts can also be too revealing for those close to them.  I delved into all these territories at one time or another, and so I always wanted to be sure that anything I was writing about was coming from the heart.  My parents were the motivation behind not straying from that focus.  Their weekly support has been my reward. Thank you, Mom and Dad.

My wife, Nancy has been a stalwart too.  Often, I’d ask if I could read a draft copy of any given entry to her before release.  She would readily oblige.  Listening to myself during these times would allow for off-the-cuff auto-correct to kick in.  The two of us worked in tandem as verbal editors, and immediately I’d go and make the changes.  I am certain we did not catch everything, but enough so that when I would go back to a given release I’d rarely be embarrassed by grammatical screw ups.  Nancy was also a trooper in observing that she was the most frequent subject matter in my writeups (other than Bob Dylan and myself).  There’s something to be said for that.  Thank you, Nancy.

My brother Fred has been my strongest support over the years, particularly during my blog series on Neil Young (Forever Young) and the Who (Under the Big Top).  This year he sits in a three-way tie in this regard with my close Canadian friend, Luc Polnicky, and my cousin Tommy Gilligan.  Fred, Luc and Tommy have given me amazing, heartfelt feedback all year long.  With each of them, I could tell I touched a chord at one time or another, and is that not the goal of such an effort: To make those strong bonds in your life even stronger?  Solid, insightful feedback can inspire.  Thank you, Fred, Luc and Tommy.

I credit Jeff Strause, my colleague of many years at USGS, for expanding my knowledge of Bob Dylan back in the late 80s.  At the time, I was already well versed in my other top-tier musical influences: The Who, Neil Young, the Rolling Stones, and the Beatles.  Jeff added Bob Dylan to the list, and that musician would ultimately rise to the top of the heap in terms of my coming to understand that, of all these songwriters and bands, his contributions to the world are the most profound.  Jeff’s approach to educating me was not what one would expect.  Yes, he did tie me more strongly to the music of Bob Dylan in a direct way, but in many ways he did it indirectly too, by opening me up to the music of several of Dylan’s contemporaries and compadres: The Band, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, and Ramblin’ Jack Elliot are a few examples. Jeff also connected me to Bob Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour, sending me dozens of tapes that I’ve listened to again and again.  He’s also been a regular on my Master Blueprint site and has given me some great feedback, which I’ve quoted in these pages.  Thank you, Jeff.

Three others I’d like to single out: My sister, Jen, my brother, Joe, and my cousin Becca.  In years past, Jen and Joe rarely gave me feedback, which was perfectly fine by me.  I have no qualms about someone passing over such commitments; I do it myself.  However, this year, for whatever reason, both Jen and Joe responded on numerous occasions with one insightful comment after another. I felt the brotherly/sisterly love.  As for Becca, well, these are heavy times we live in, and on the occasion where I would address them (and other occasions as well), Becca was there, like she always is.  Thank you, Jen, Joe, and Becca.

Thank you too goes out to all my other family and friends who contributed thoughts at one time or another, including Charlotte, Peter, Amy, Pat, Mac, Tim, Karen, Conrad, Madeline, Jeff, Dave, Pete, Bob, Patty, Chris, and Kitty.

Finally, my gratitude extends to the man who inspired this year’s lengthy chain of thought: Mr. Bob Dylan.  That chain really began in the winter of ’87, as I listened to the Rolling Thunder Revue’s live version of “Shelter from the Storm” off Hard Rain, ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12rUOLtbQDk ), on my car radio, which I chronicled in Master Blueprints # 1.  It opened a new world for me; a world where I could indeed be sheltered from the storms raging around me, around all of us, if only for isolated moments. 

How is that?  Well, it is always good to know that there are people out there who can rise above it all.  Seems like a paradox, ehh? …. sheltering someone from something vs. motivating them to rise above it?  Think about it though, they really go hand in hand:  The best shelter is the shelter of a knowing, caring, faith-centered, searching, yearning, hoping, loving mind.  At the same time these are the types of traits of someone who can give you the fortitude to make the best of yourself.  To get out there and rise above.  To be a soul who is busy being born, not busy dying.  Bob Dylan’s got it in spades.  I find myself fortunate to live at the same time with such brilliance.  Thank you, Bob Dylan.

49 down, one to go.

- Pete