Forever Loving All And I Mean All Of Their Work, But Parsley Holds A Special Place In My Heart.

Forever loving all and I mean all of their work, but Parsley holds a special place in my heart.

I don't see errors in these lines above.

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all! 😏

Presenting the two most eligible young Jewish bachelors of the 60s…complete with the worst hairlines you’ll ever see on two men in their 20s, a pair of ‘effortlessly cool’ stares that in fact took far too much effort, and the ridiculously uneven bags under Art’s eyes. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone 🤩

Still writing, Paul?

To me, epic.

Artie's epic.

Can you by any chance guess who has my sympathy?

"Love ruled our lives."

Don't even know why the hell this popped to my mind today, it's so sad and so sweet.

Who will speak at whose funeral?

“When I said: "You’ll outlast me, you live more carefully.” He said: “Write out what you want.” Okay, it’s hard to say I knew him well, He was enigmatic to himself. Which of us was more aware? Which the elder? I was born November fifth. He on October thirteenth – a few weeks premature, you following me? He was born three weeks before me, my dear, But he was a premature baby. Were we both conceived at the same instant? February 5th 1941, the dead middle of winter, In the heart of World War Two Was I born at the right time? For seventy years his arm has been around my shoulder. He’s dazzled me with gifts. I nurtured him in his youth. He brought me into prominence. I taught him to sing. He connected my voice to the world. I made him tall. All of our personal belongings are intertwined. We say it’s exhausting to compete, But we shine for each other. It’s still our favorite game. It goes on, this embrace, whether I speak for him, or he for me. Love ruled our lives. It rules the mourners, And the winner of longevity.“

by Art Garfunkel

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A birthday poem delivered at Paul Simon’s 70th birthday party in 2011, written and read by Art Garfunkel.

Happy 71st Birthday, Paul Simon!

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Transcribed from the BBC 4 radio interview with Art Garfunkel, broadcasted on November 28, 2011.

Hear Garfunkel’s reading.

Of bridges and old musicians

I've always been a Simon and Garfunkel fan.

When I say always, I mean for the last 20 years and counting. 

I first heard S&G in my parents' car (remind you of anything?), the Concert in Central Park was playing and I was blown away. Head over feet. I couldn't believe the sheer beauty of their voices, those harmonies, the melodies, the overall feel of the songs... I fell under their spell, completely, utterly in love, though I barely understood a word they were singing.

Those days you had to buy CDs to listen to music, and in my little town in Italy their music wasn't exactly popular in 2000. But I managed to get their albums, one after another. Each "new" song was a trip, a discovery. I learnt all, and I mean all the lyrics by heart. I sang both parts in my head, when not out loud. 

I was too young to fully understand the more complex meanings of their songs, but their voices accompanied me through all my young and adult life. Delightful memories of special moments with their songs in the background, awful afternoons alone with no one but them to keep me company - you know, the whole spectrum of emotions music gets you through.

Now, I was always a hardcore fan of everything they did together, yet the one album I couldn't fully enjoy was Bridge. Yes, you got that right. The golden child of the pair, and I had trouble (pun intended) with it. Of course I immediately recognised its magnificence, yet its overall vibe made me uneasy. I love its songs, don't get me wrong! But something in that felt a bit out of tune to me.

I had to get older to understand why, and though these days I listen to it more often than ever, my uneasiness remains.

Bridge is a sad album, to me.

I can feel all the layers of sadness through its songs, not only in the lyrics, but in Paul and Artie's voices. Well, if you know their story it comes as no surprise - but the level of pain they convey (willy-nilly) still strikes me and manages to break my heart to this day.

To me, their works up to BOTW, even the gloomiest ones, convey a sense of hope, of trust, of love. And while love is obviously still very much there in that last album, none can deny it, that love is now tinged with melancholy, sadness, disenchantment. Trust? Lost. Hope? Maybe a bit, but unconvincing.

Bridge Over Troubled Water, with all its beauty and splendor that makes it so easy for the listener to love it, is a sad, sad album. Even more so because in retrospect I know that they never crossed that bridge over troubled water to ease their minds and find harmony again, once and for all. And that, my friends, is sad. Many things come to an end, but to see such a strong bond so badly shattered hurts.

I've been watching this for a fearsome amount of years and still find it hilariously awkward.

And say what you want, but Artie's tuxedo shirt is cool.

shoutout to that time paul simon and john lennon hosted the grammys