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Paul Simon: bravo

First, I gather from some of you, who used to automatically receive this blog in your email inbox when I post, that the link no longer works. Not sure why that is; another of life’s great mysteries, along with the sound of some rodent creature, I think, gnawing its way through the kitchen ceiling that I heard to my horror yesterday morning and then that vanished. Mysteries! I’m seeing a computer guy about this and many other issues on Monday, so hope to have your posts restored.

As for the mystery rodent – stay tuned.

So – the Paul Simon concert Tuesday night: only superlatives. I understood the term “wall of sound” – he had 15 superb musicians on stage with him, every one of them adept at many things – backup vocals, trumpet, violin, flute, many kinds of guitar, many kinds of keyboards, two drummers. A musical phalanx, supporting this tiny man and his parade of brilliant beloved songs: Homeward bound, Kodachrome, Bridge over troubled water, Graceland, Still crazy after all these years, Me and Julio, 50 ways to leave your lover, The boxer, American tune, Mother and child reunion, Slip slidin’ away…

And the sophisticated, lovely, quirky Rene and Georgette Magritte and their dog after the war, which was played with his musicians gathered around him in a kind of string quartet.

The most infectious was Diamonds on the soles of her shoes that segued into Call me Al – two songs that make everyone want to get up and dance. Heaven. He ended the very long night – he sang for 2 1/2 hours and finished by himself, with an acoustic guitar – singing Sounds of Silence. I still have the album, one of my first, still a fave. In my diary, February 1968: “Went to see Simon and Garfinkle (sic) at Carleton.” Fifty years later, there he was again.

I compared him, of course, to my Macca, a musical superstar of almost the same advanced age – a year younger, but similar powerful drive and agelessness. Macca has only four guys up there with him, and his songbook is much better known. So Tuesday’s Paul can’t hold a candle to MY Paul, but still, fabulous.

The Star today calls the pedestrian and cyclist slaughter in this city ‘a state of emergency.’ We’ll see if anything is done, especially now that Doug Ford, Mr. War on the car is over, is in power. What I think will change: absolutely nothing.

Photos for your enjoyment of some of my favourite males on the planet:

 Are they married?

A Sunday drive through the garden.

And … agreed!

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2 Responses to “Paul Simon: bravo”

  1. "Outside of a dog, a book in man's best friend; inside of a dog, you can't read." ~ Groucho Marx

  2. beth says:

    Love it! Thank you, my friend.

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