Hello lamppost, what’cha knowing I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
That was the first waking thought that ran through my mind this morning. In case you’re unfamiliar, it’s a line from Simon and Garfunkel’s The 59th Street Bridge Song.
It’s probably a little ironic how much I love the music of a duo who broke up the year I was born. I guess I listened to my — what? cassette tapes of their albums over and over again throughout high school and college.
Through their eyes, I saw the “nice bright colors” of Kodachrome and, English nerd that I am, absolutely loved hearing them sing “He’s so unhip that when you say Dylan He thinks your talking about Dylan Thomas — Whoever he was — The man ain’t got no culture.” They made me friends with The Only Living Boy in New York, Cecilia, The Boxer, and, lest we forget, Mrs. Robinson. With them I visited the 59th Street Bridge and Scarborough Fair, crossed a Bridge Over Troubled Water as I was Homeward Bound.
I think I’m going to spend a little quality time with my Simon and Garfunkel station on Pandora this weekend. For now, I’ll leave you with a
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy.