One of my favorite Paul Simon songs.
"She said a bad day's when I lie in bed and think of things that might have been"
ahhh, YES!! it's on his all time, great, tape, "Graceland." a good tape for one's collection --- it's the one he made with the african musicians also has the duo w/he and chevy chase hit. always play this tape cruisin' out of town drives and passengers request/love it.
Wise words those too, you sure are going to have a bad day if you think about what might have been, to do so makes me sad, which is why I enjoy the present and look forward to the future, and don't look back too often.
In fact I am right now looking forward to digging out my copy of "Gracekland" and giving it a play at full blast !
I love Paul Simon. Sounds of Silence, Feeling Groovy, etc. were released when I was in junior high school. Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel looked so different than the cute postBeatles groups. Our English teacher was incensed by Mrs. Robinson. She spent an entire lesson lecturing us about what the song meant. It was heresy that Mrs. Robinson did not repeat the plot of the graduate.
Her idea of a good song was, "Mrs. Robinson, you are an attractive middle aged borgeois woman in a bad marriage. You seduced a young man. Jesus does not like adulteres who prey on young men. Mrs. Robinson you are an alcoholic...."
I cried to see and hear him on TV during the 9/11 Observances at the WTC site.
I went to see Paul Simon once---I was absolutely delighted that he had a great sense of humor too. He said that businesses were always trying to buy his music for their advertising--which he doesn't do. But he hears the ideas and he played a tape for us:
THE SOUNDS OF MIDAS oh, god it was funny. And the singer on the tape was awful---he really sounded like some stiff in a board room. Hysterical.
IMO - one of the best songs ever written.
I wore my Paul Simon commerative T shirt from the free concert he gave in Central Park during a dreary, sad summer. Ha, it was a wondeful time compared to 9/11. People my age, Peace Corps, original Beatles fans, Woodstock nation, were camped out picnicing. People were in fine spirits, sharing food and wine. Paul starts the concert. Great cheer. Half an hour inito the concert, whose time was posted all over the city, our children started entering the Great Lawn, stepping on everything. The blankets had to be folded up. Tension appeared. I kept telling them that they starting time was no secret. It just grew worse and worse. Finally, we were in a potential crush.
I was far from the stage. My friend and I decided to leave rather than die in a crush. The behavioral difference in the generations was striking. It took 45 minutes to get out of the crush. I truly believed I would die there. My heart was pounding.
Once out of the crowd, I walked to the side to exit the park. To the side of the stage, blankets and picnicers were enjoying the concert. I could see him clearly, the sound was superb. It was the last mass concert I ever attended in Central Park.
He has a great sense of humor. Does anyone remember him in the turkey suit from SNL with George Harrison and both of them singing songs together? It was a peak night for me. Recently, I saw him receive the Gershwin Prize for American Music, followed the next year by that great American Paul McCartney.