The Cattery

The Cattery

The Sign of the Teaspoon

12 June 2005
Filed under Film and Television, Life, Music, Text

Being on my own for a bit has afforded me some time for shameless, sentimental past-wallowing, this evening in the form of a Paul Simon marathon. I warmed up with the soundtrack to The Graduate, moved through Graceland, and concluded, for the moment, with the wonderful two-disc Concert In The Park, in whose crowd noises I first heard the sheer New York-ness of New York.

I know these albums as well as I know any, because they are among the first I owned, and there are lines and, particularly in the live set, inflections, that make me ridiculously, goofily happy. There's also something to be said for Paul Simon's vocal range, which rarely dips below mine and makes singing along just one of the sweetest pleasures I know.

Views from the Floor

naomi says:

v,
happy bday to us!
am moving to spain but have fallen in love with a frog i met on the internet. woe.
rip mrs robinson.
love n x

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