This here site to: http://soundcalledmusic.com/art-garfunkel/
I thought it was so cute and so naive.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
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?
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?
Monday, June 27, 2016
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.
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:
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:
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Troubled Waters
Today I was listening to 'Keep the Customer Satisfied' a lot during work. It kept me going and I felt understood(?)
During my search for the lyrics google suggested I should take a look at the meaning of the lyrics as well, so I did. I read a few interpretations, some serious, some somewhat less serious, one read: "It's probably about anal sex. Most songs are." There was one comment I found interesting and made me think. A part of the comment was: "...By the end, Paul Simon was chafing under the expectations to keep turning out the "Simon & Garfunkel" works people had come to expect ..."
Then it hit me: Paul is basically screaming on the album 'Bridge Over Troubled Water" that he wants out, and ironically everybody LOVED it....till they realised what was said and it was happening...
....
...Obviously, I mean the split of Simon & Garfunkel...right....?
During my search for the lyrics google suggested I should take a look at the meaning of the lyrics as well, so I did. I read a few interpretations, some serious, some somewhat less serious, one read: "It's probably about anal sex. Most songs are." There was one comment I found interesting and made me think. A part of the comment was: "...By the end, Paul Simon was chafing under the expectations to keep turning out the "Simon & Garfunkel" works people had come to expect ..."
....
...Obviously, I mean the split of Simon & Garfunkel...right....?
Simo...Si..S...Simon'ed?
The post "Garfunkeled".
That's not to say I don't like Paul's voice, because I really do. It's just that "Being Simon'ed" doesn't work and all the things I said about Artie's voice are just simply not true for Paul's voice.
However, his voice has a sweetness and a boy-next-door kind of quality which I like; you can easily relate to it. And of course, in the end, the signature Simon & Garfunkel sound was these two voices in sweet dissonance and from what I understood Roy Halee's magicianship.
I don't know what I'm saying. Why don't you go read a good book (Artie's got a list for you) or listen some good music. I've got just the artists for you.
Source of the picture: http://www.milkandbreadvintage.com/2012/12/young-paul-simon-old-paul-simon.html
That's not to say I don't like Paul's voice, because I really do. It's just that "Being Simon'ed" doesn't work and all the things I said about Artie's voice are just simply not true for Paul's voice.
However, his voice has a sweetness and a boy-next-door kind of quality which I like; you can easily relate to it. And of course, in the end, the signature Simon & Garfunkel sound was these two voices in sweet dissonance and from what I understood Roy Halee's magicianship.
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| According to the site I found this on: A gentle, surprised ginea pig |
Source of the picture: http://www.milkandbreadvintage.com/2012/12/young-paul-simon-old-paul-simon.html
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