I just got Bookends
in the mail. Sitting here, listening to it, three things come to mind: the genius of Paul Simon
, the oddity of Art Garfunkel
, and the novelty of vinyl.
There is something about Paul Simon
's lyrical genius, that speaks to me like no other music ever has, nor, I believe, like any other music can. After even the roughest of days, come home, close the door, turn out the lights, and listen to Sounds Of Silence
from beginning to end. When the last chord of "I Am a Rock
" fades away, knowing that "an island never cries," I dare you to say that the world is not an inherently good place. I dare you to think that whatever you're going through, cannot be gotten through. I dare you to not be calm, serene, and hopeful.
I dare you.
The line between genius and insanity is often thin, blurred, and some times, if not most, all but nonexistent. But if there was ever an individual to ride the line between profundity and mere oddity, that individual is Art Garfunkel