Tag: simon-and-garfunkel

April Come She Will, by Simon and Garfunkel.

Linking to the Central Park version, because as you might expect, that’s the canonical one in my mind.

59th Bridge Street Song (Feelin’ Groovy), by Simon and Garfunkel.

This song is one of the first we all fell in love with that one year at summer camp when we burned the entirety of the concert in Central Park into our souls (and that’s what I’m linking to here, as it’s the canonical version in my mind, as it is for many of the songs on this, well, on this cassette.)

Honestly, that bridge does not make me think of this song, tbqh. That bridge makes me think of Woody Allen movies (sigh) and the view from a cousin’s apartment (really nice), and not much else. I probably had a much more engaged relationship with the Holland Tunnel, or, OK, the Manhattan Bridge (having done many jobs Down Under the [mb] Overpass as they say), and a more troubled routine with the fickle Midtown Tunnel.

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Richmond, Virginia, from a soccer tournament, on a good day with the whole family and a zoo break.

Cecilia, by Simon and Garfunkel.

Two hundred and eight days in. So many days. So many songs. Definitely getting to the point where I have to ctrl-f in the spreadsheet to make sure I haven’t done a song before. Probably gonna get some more background noise today, but at least I waited until the neighbors stopped using a leaf blower to blow sand out of their carport. Beach house!

This song was burned into my brain early in life, but also, there is an absolutely banging Girl Talk sequence that has this mashed up with Get Low. Typing that, I now really feel like double-ctrl-Fing to be sure. Nope! Haven’t done this one yet.

America, by Simon and Garfunkel.

Garfunkel’s first appearance? I guess? Except that I can not do his parts, really, despite the almost-turtleneck? This is refreshingly mediocre, which means it was challenging, which means I have lots to learn.

Should I take actual voice lessons of some sort, someday?

Elementary school “chorus,” which mostly involved singing pop songs on the morning announcements, did not count, not even that one time we had to try out for a part in the musical by singing a “1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8” scale up and down a few times. I did not make the South Pacific chorus of fourth graders that year, nor did I earn a singing part in Grease in fifth grade, but in sixth I redeemed myself with a minor role in South Pacific — we switched off the same two musicals every year for a while — by singing the anchoring line in the chorus of In The Navy in the only style I knew, which was the way the sixth grader in the male starring role had sung it two years earlier. (What was a song by the Village People doing in South Pacific? You’re asking a lot of questions about Miami’s public schools in the 1980s, aren’t you?)

I love this song, and this didn’t do it justice, as they say, but the software clarinet bit is nice, as is the last little layer of reverby strummy guitar. Clarinets are cool. We like clarinets now.