This weekend marks the final installment of my Dylan Weekend series. Certainly Bob Dylan has produced enough material to keep this going pretty much forever, but I feel that I’ve covered a wide enough range of his output to do some justice to the man in my own small way, and it’s time to look elsewhere.
I started the series back on January 30 with ‘You’re No Good,’ the first song on Dylan’s first studio album. Tomorrow’s track will be the 70th Dylan Weekend song I’ve featured since then. Over that span, I’ve posted songs from 34 studio albums and six bootleg collections.
I hope I’ve provided some insight into Dylan’s career for those of you who aren’t huge fans, and I hope I haven’t embarrassed myself too much in front of those of you who are. My happiest takeaway from this whole process has been the discovery of several new albums that I’d never gotten around to buying… you never stop discovering an artist with a career as long- and wide-ranging as Dylan’s.
I’d like to thank the webmaster of ExpectingRain.com for consistently linking up these posts on his excellent site and driving a lot of eyeballs to my blog that would have otherwise never known it exists. Every artist should be so lucky as to have a website like that dedicated to his or her work.
Now, before this starts sounding even more like an Oscar acceptance speech, here’s a song. ‘Series of Dreams’ is another head-scratcher of an omission, this time from Oh Mercy. I agree with a review I once read that said this would have been a perfect title track for that album.
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it’s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn’t thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there’s no exit in any direction
’Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes
Wasn’t making any great connection
Wasn’t falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they’re from another world
In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn’t looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I’d already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Meet Me In Montauk 
No more Dylan weekends? Amy will be so disappointed:)
I have enjoyed many of your postings during these Dylan weekends and have learned a lot about the man and his music. Wonder who will be the next weekend wonder??
I just don’t know what to say. No more Dylan weekends?
I agree with Peg that I have learned quite a lot about the man and his music over these past ten long months 😉 Both from you and my fellow commenters, all of whom know much more about him than I ever did.
This is a very good song. One of the things that has most amazed me during these “bootleg” weekends, is just how many wonderful songs he never released on a studio album. Is there any other musician nearly as prolific as Dylan? I can’t think of one, Although if he or she does exist, I’m sure we’ll find out next weekend 🙂