This Is Going To Have Me On My Hands And Knees Dry Heaving

Linda Eastman     Simon and Garfunkel, New York City     1966

“I write from instinct, from inexplicable sparkle. I don’t know why I’m writing what I’m writing. Usually, I sit and I let my hands wander on my guitar. And I sing anything. I play anything. And I wait till I come across a pleasing accident. Then I start to develop it.” Paul Simon, 1984

“[T]he loving, caressing guitar work that Paul Simon does on a Martin acoustic guitar, just kills me and makes me sing lovely. I ride that guitar like a jockey on a horse that is having a fabulous little spring.” Art Garfunkel

The way he speaks about her…

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“We didn’t talk to each other from the ages of 17 to 21… We were best friends. The love affair stopped with a bruise. People fall out. What else is new? I got over it because Paul was so damn good. I ran into him in Queens and he was so funny and smart that I dropped my old barrier, and when we started working together again we knew we were onto something. Paul started bringing the songs to me at Columbia College, where I was studying architecture. I was the midwife, pulling out and cherishing the babies as Paul kept giving birth.”

— Art Garfunkel 

Prev tags on this saying that Paul’s crazy for jot admitting what this is really about make me think of this comment left under an analysis of this song…like…ok (also this commenter is in denial).

An early demo of Simon and Garfunkel’s “The Only Living Boy in New York” (excerpted from the 1975 BBC series on the duo). I wish this line had made it into the final version!

for everyone to see, the infamous paul simon phrase about artie.

People will caption a picture of two middle aged men with “do you think they explored each other’s bodies?” like they are straight married and have 2 kids each. But yes I honest to God do.

Driven mad by one of Garfunkel’s Still Water poems.

Lorne and Susan are a reference to Lorne Michaels and his then-wife Susan Forristal. The neighbor? Well—

The beginning of the poem, “I seem to lean on old familiar ways”, is a direct quote from Simon’s Still Crazy After All These Years:

The poem’s closing line is suitably bittersweet I think.