Anti-heroes

and then there was the sound of silence....

That pause was not on purpose, but rather the result of circumstance. At work I have to work with an old, a very old version of IE which wouldn't let me on blogspot anymore. Then I lost interest, then I started writing slash fiction again and then I got busy. Now, a few days before my holiday, I'm not taking any new assignments anymore so I returned to slash writing. I finished two chapters and had nothing for the last chapter, so I stopped. Anyway, that was not what I wanted to blog about.

I got older, I think they call it being grown up. This means I don't feel such a strong need for heroes anymore, and the heroes I still have, well... I'm very conscience about them being rather imperfect to the point of being childish. It used to make me sad and depressed. It had an effect on my life and my emotions. These days, I tend to just put that knowledge aside and return to the music.

I love Simon & Garfunkel, and when I say that, I mean I love their music. They as persons make me feel depressed and annoyed. Just like the rest of the world I just don't understand them and why they're still not really working together. It doesn't matter, not to me. I've got their records, I've got YouTube, a well of music, concerts, interviews, blabla, anything to get me through the day.

However, I am still using my heroes in my life, now to learn how not to. That can be very telling. I am listening to Simon & Garfunkel because I'm at a certain point in my life. There is something about them and their music that attracts me. Who am I? Why did I get obsessed about them now, why not earlier or later? Is there something, am I someone, at this point in time, that needs to learn from them now, from their mistakes? I believe so.

It will be good.

Sound of Silence(?)

Here's two gentlemen doing 'the Sound of Silence' many miles apart.

BTW, did you notice these two videos carry the same date?

I'm rather awed by it's ironic beauty.

Art Garfunkel fan

This here site to: http://soundcalledmusic.com/art-garfunkel/

I thought it was so cute and so naive.

To...

We’re on a road, travelling at our own speed, creating our own footprints. The scenery flashes by, frame by frame, like a stretched painting of colours and sounds. The painting goes back to where we started like memories woven into tapestry. Names and faces on the way like portraits, telephone numbers, e-mails and yellow coloured letters and wrinkled photographs, like leaves fallen on the ground.

We met a few junctures, crossroads to reflect, to check the roadmap of our lives. We say goodbye to old friends and make new ones. We choose our new travelling companions, new shoes or vehicles. We consulted our planned routes and old decisions, while new ideas and dreams nestled in our hearts. The first steps have always been scary, no matter how clear the view, on the new path with the new shoes on and new companions.

We still run ahead with the scenery flashing by, leaving our footprints as legacy behind, our children by the hand, their children running ahead. The sounds and echoes behind us like photo albums, films, birthday cards, older and older memories. We leave behind.

And then we stop. We let go, to leave it to our children. The road ahead…




I’m pretty much at the end of their lives. What a strange thing to say. Nothing I want to be true and I hope that definitive end lies ahead quite a bit further. They both seem very healthy, active, energetic even. Neither of them seems to have slowed down. Though, you can’t deny most of their lives lie behind them. It still frightens me.

A lot of thoughts about how much longer they might go on, or when it ends, have crossed my mind. I’m not looking forward to the day the news comes. I’m definitely not looking forward to the day my chances of seeing them live have faded. Not even for that concert I might attend, but just to be able to hear from them on a regular basis is comforting.

Even though Simon & Garfunkel have only been prominently in my life for the last few weeks, their deaths would still feel as if someone’s hacking away at my youth. I am lucky I’m sharing a world with two men who helped deciding what the 60’s would sound like echoing straight into my times. It feels like the last remnants of splendour spilling out of the 60’s. I did not live through them, but I am living through the echoes.

If I ever meet them I would like to shake their hands, I would send them ahead to the rest of their lives. I would tell them to take the last chance to discover who else they are. I would tell them I would give back the times we’ve taken from them, if I only could. As long as we can keep the music. I would tell them to go enjoy the rest of their lives, with their families and friends. To ignore us, because they’ve given more than we deserved. If someone owes anyone anything, it’s us owing them the time to rediscover their identity apart from what they’re known for. I wish them good luck on that last journey.

And last but not least: Thank you very much. You won’t be forgotten in a hurry.

Anyway, those thoughts made me write the first half of this post.

That article in which Art said about Paul....

...that he was a jerk and an idiot for walking away "..from this lucky place on top of the world..."
Source: Telegraph interview

This has been bugging me a bit for a little while. Fortunately, on the 23rd of this month this was posted:
"...“I say some stupid things about him to the press,” admitted Art Garfunkel..."
Source: Another Telegraph article

And Paul was asked about it and he said...

"...There's nothing much to say. It's just Artie. He's wrestling with his demons. That's him. It's his life. I'm sorry he's angry to that degree, at this point in life...."
Source: Billboard article

Thanks, guys! That's some relief....

Now. What about a phone call, eh?

Review site

This is a good site for S&G reviews: Review Site. He’s funny

My favourite Introduction (to his review of the album “The concert in Central Park”) of his: “A groovy record. Paul and Art parted ways (or should I say 'paul-arted ways' instead! Ha! Ha!)…”

HAHAHAHA!!!! ….. That’s such a dumb joke…

Still: Review Site.

Hello! Goodbye!...and Hello again...

God thank for the ability of looking back over history.


Remember the 90’s? I do, unfortunately. Everything including the drab music that was played on the radio. Remember 2Unlimited or 24/7? My head makes unvoluntary movements when I only think those two names. I, however, was listening to the Beatles. Hello!

I have no desire to talk about the Beatles. My personal Beatles era was over. Goodbye!

So, why am I writing this post? I just thought the title was funny. How did the Beatles suddenly became a subject again? They do that. And hello again…

On YouTube is a video of Paul Simon and John Lennon handing out Grammy’s and Art Garfunkel accepting it for Olivia Newton-John and her producer(?). Hilarity ensues…. Can you sense my enthusiasm?

The first time I saw that clip was in a video named “THE BEATLES (The Simon & Garfunkel connection – Two). There must be a first part somewhere. I know, cause I saw it, just can’t find it anymore.

Here’s the whole thing without the other stuff around it:

I like Andy Williams.

Also, for good measure: