Tuesday, June 29, 2010
My classmate John Seabrook had a brief piece in this week's New Yorker about covers of various Simon & Garfunkel tunes, and a Facebook scroll had extensive comments yesterday using 1960s lingo, so that inspired me to post this:
It's hard not to be at least slightly uplifted after listening to that for a little over one minute.
Of course, the cute hippie chick bobbing her head in rhythm to the tune back in Monterey in June, 1967, is probably a grandmother now, perhaps with osteoporosis, (maybe suffering from LSD flashbacks), thus reminding us of the inexorable march of time, so that could be a downer. It all kind of evens out. Groovy.
Escort81 - talk about a buzz kill...here I am grooving to both the tune and the hot hippie chick bobbing her head and you have to drop in the fact that she is some dried up old grandmother now...dang! That's just wrong!