A dream is coming true for my friend Luke Flowers and I get to be a part of its realization this coming Thursday.

But first, a little history. Not many people can say (or should admit) that they stumbled across Bob Dylan’s beautiful/haunting songs through their obsession with The Wallflowers. I saw Jakob Dylan (Wallflowers’ front man and Bob’s son) on the cover of Rolling Stone back in the late ’90’s and still have that dusty magazine tucked away in an old trunk at my parents’ house. I fell in love with his eyes and his songs and can still sing every word to “6th Avenue Heartache” and “One Headlight.” Here’s a screen shot of my prized possession:

I eventually learned that Jakob had a dad and that his dad was Bob Dylan (born Bob Zimmerman). And then my eyes were opened to the music that scored the better part of the 60’s and 70’s. And this music, songs like “All Along the Watch Tower” and “Blowin’ in the Wind”, are the reason for this post.

This Thursday night, Luke Flowers and The Zimmermans (I am, in fact, a “Zimmerman”) will be performing an entire set of Bob Dylan songs at Pikes Perk. Our 7 piece band will start around 7pm. This will just warm you up for the soon-to-be-released biopic movie. As always, Luke has designed a killer poster that further depicts the striking similarities between son (above) and father (below):

My very favorite musician, Jeff Caylor, has been positively reviewed all over the place lately. CCM Magazine reviewed his debut album “Okay” in their Christmas edition. He was recognized by Christianity Today as having one of the best albums released in 2007 (ranked #5 and ahead of artists like Switchfoot, Relient K and David Crowder).

I’m fortunate enough to have the inside scoop on the album and all the behind-the-scenes work Jeff has put into making big time music industry folks aware of his independent release (produced by himself, sometimes in an insulated closet).

Jeff’s not into magic and hasn’t spent much time crossing his fingers in hopes that his music would prick the ears of reputable critics. He’s just worked really, really hard. I’ve driven with him to the post office to drop off countless letters and make-shift press kits, addressed boldly to every music magazine and mogul that he could think of. Friends of distant friends, radio stations and shots in the dark.

I’d like to say that I prepared many delicious meals for him as he worked on his album, but I don’t really like to cook. I mainly just try to make him laugh with funny faces and run up and down his stairs with Reggie (as seen below on Jeff’s head).

(I also know that he’s working on his second album. Still kind of a secret.)