Theyre Sharing One (1) Brain Cell Here And It Will Never Not Make Me Laugh

they’re sharing one (1) brain cell here and it will never not make me laugh

I love this. I truly do. Because I also feel like the love has always been and always stayed there, between them, through all the bullshit and animosity and such.

I do feel that love is the key to their relationship, whatever that is.

what's your expert opinion on the post-catch-22 incident aka everything that went wrong after their big fight? like, ive been pondering about their downfall for a while now, with art's poem page kind of hinting his longing for paul after/during that bit and the only living boy/frank lloyd wright/why don't you write me trilogy. they were one crazy couple. anyways, id like to know! (since there's a potential field study that can be made to solely analyze their psyches and body language together lol)

Brace yourself—this is going to be a long one without a whole lot of coherent thoughts, but here’s a few things that come to mind:

I really don’t think it was all miserable during the recording of Bridge. There’s a priceless bootleg of So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright where they can barely get through the song without fits of laughing. ( https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PeMOGkvukuI ) And while Art reportedly didn’t realize the meaning of So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright for a while, I can’t imagine that he didn’t pick up on the meaning of Why Don’t You Write Me while they were recording it. To an extent, it seems that they were able to detach themselves from the meanings of those songs while recording—Art said in 2020 about So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright that “only after the fact did I start thinking about things like that he wrote it to me. You could say it's a song of rejection. You could say all kinds of shit. I never got into that. I got into the melody.” And when the tension did finally boil over beyond repair, it seemed like a combination of everything that had built up over almost two decades of friendship and a few inciting incidents, as you mentioned. 

A part of me can’t fathom how they could walk away from each other and from the top of the world like that. But I also can’t imagine singing and being best friends with someone since grade school, losing them right after getting a taste of fame, finding them again, going from college kids to worldwide fame practically overnight, being together almost 24/7 during tours, being under tremendous pressure to create perfection all the time, having that soulmate connection clash with the underlying bitterness—the list goes on. That’s a hell of a lot for both of them to have lived through by age 28, and it’s not surprising that the idea of forever being tied to each other was too much to bear.

I don’t think Art had bad intentions during the filming of Catch-22, but it’s likely that the combination of finally doing something on his own/not being second fiddle for once and the leftover bitterness from the Tom & Jerry days pushed him to take it a little too far afterwards and sign on for Carnal Knowledge without telling Paul. I think neither of them had any idea how to improve beyond the virtual perfection of Bridge, and I think Paul especially believed that there was really nowhere else to go as a duo and that his only chance to improve as an artist was to strike out on his own. We’ve seen a million times over how willing and able he was to branch out musically and demonstrate his absolute genius, and I don’t doubt that he knew that going at it alone was the only way to get there. That’s not to say that I don’t feel bad for Art, because I do. It seems that he really genuinely didn’t know that the “break from Paul” would turn into a permanent split, and getting left at the top without realizing it must’ve been extremely difficult to process.

Going back to the trilogy of songs you mentioned, Art described the feeling I get from those songs better than I can in a 2020 American Songwriter article. “There you were, the architect. He’s telling you he can’t believe you’re gone. This friendship has come, and now… it’s fucking gone. And he can’t believe it. And he’s giving you, in your mouth, these lyrics to sing. What a world.” 

But I will always fall back on The Only Living Boy in New York as the overall story of the end of S&G that I dearly hope is true—that the love and friendship did remain even after the musical partnership fell apart. I’ve only ever interpreted that song as genuinely loving, with no bite or sarcasm on Paul’s part. Everything about it, from “I know that you’ve been eager to fly now” to what almost sounds like a sob in “like it shines on me” to the beautiful twist of Art being the one to feature most prominently on “here I am,” is both devastating and heart-warming. I really do hope that that’s the most accurate account of it all—a mutual agreement that it was time to go their own ways but that if one of them ever really needed the other, they’d be there. And of course there’s the crushing demo line that absolutely should have stayed in the final version: “half of my life is gone and I don’t know where.” Interpret that and their relationship however you wish, but it might be the single most fitting line for their split, their connection, and everything that went wrong. 

Obviously there’s a lot we’ll never know about how it all went down, and I’m not sure I’ve done a good job of sharing my opinion and not just regurgitating facts for a small eternity, but I enjoyed rambling about all of this anyway, so thank you! 

I always feel like intruding when I look at pictures of them, but gee were they sweet together. 🥺

Art Garfunkel and Laurie Bird dancing, january 1979✨

found on getty images✨

Been crafting for him today, coming in here and finding this felt rather appropriate. ✨

seth

"Art Garfunkel was the magic."

"Their relationship was pure magic, and it reflects in their discography—and in their solo discographies, when all their magic was gone."

Louder for the people in the back.

I can't even begin to describe how much I agree on this. I find Artie's solo works more soothing for, therefore listen to his songs more often than Paul's, the point remains: as beautiful as their solo efforts can be, they lack that special magic they managed to create together.

my guitar teacher was complaining about art garfunkel not contributing anything. he doesnt even know he was the muse

Half of my life is gone truly had a power of its own, though it's heartbreaking enough like this, too.

Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where And we don’t know where Here I am…