I liked the yearly snapshot thing enough to make it a regular feature on the blog. But rather than move on to 1973, I’m going to jump around the decades a bit. For the next few weeks I’ll focus on 1982.
Same format as before. First I’ll count down my five favorite 1982 albums, then I’ll write about cuts from ten albums I don’t know (or don’t know well).
In the #5 position is Simon & Garfunkel’s The Concert in Central Park. I generally shy away from live albums for lists like this, and in general, but this one is an exception. It chronicled the surprise reunion of one of the great 60s acts in a most dramatic setting.
News of the pairing was kept under wraps until just a week before the show, and the result was a massive audience turnout of a half million fans.
The concert wasn’t without its hiccups. A fan rushed the stage during a performance of ‘The Late Great Johnny Ace,’ perhaps offended by the reference to the recently murdered John Lennon. And Garfunkel had a little trouble keeping track of Simon’s musical and lyrical departures on their old classics.
Garfunkel wasn’t well-rehearsed on the slower pace of ‘The Boxer,’ for example, as you’ll hear him start into the second verse here before he’s supposed to.
But those flaws made the event, and this recording, somehow more special — the opposite of pre-packaged.
Simon and Garfunkel wouldn’t release another album of new performances for 20 years (when they put out a live disc chronicling their ‘Old Friends’ reunion tour). This one has certainly stood the test of time.
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie…
Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking evenly
I am older than I once was
But younger than I’ll be
That’s not unusual
No, it isn’t strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Lie la lie…
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me,
Leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
Yes, he still remains
Lie la lie…