Simon & Garfunkel were one of my first musical loves. I owned all of their albums on vinyl more than a decade after they broke up and was delighted by every poetic turn of phrase, every gorgeous harmony.
Keeping things light around here, man.
Paul Simon has always said he hates playing this song and hopes he isn’t remembered for writing it. But I can think of far worse things to be remembered for.
Certainly his contribution to popular music, both lyrically and musically, is far deeper and more meaningful than this little ditty (or bauble, as my father would say). But is there really anything wrong with writing a song that puts an instant smile on people’s faces?
As least it was obscure until Zach Braff put it in Garden State and every 17-28 year-old in America gobbled up the soundtrack because it made them feel as languorously cool as the characters in that movie.