if i were paul simon.

by kimberley veart

If I were Paul Simon I would never have parted ways with Garfunkel. I know I had most of the talent, but he brought the ‘funky’ name. How memorable is Simon without Garfunkel?

If I were Paul Simon I would move to Barcelona because the only thing more awesome than playing Spanish guitar is playing Spanish guitar in Spain.

I would speak to everyone in the same obscure poetic way that I write lyrics.
Everyday conversations would be improved immensely by this lovely use of language. Such as:

Person: Hi, how are you?

Paul Simon: As sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon.

Person: So what do you want to do?

Paul Simon: Why don't we drive through the night and we'll wake up down in Mexico, I don't know nothing about, nothing about Mexico.

If I were Paul Simon I would never have broken up with Carrie Fisher. I may be all poetic and deep but she has wit as sharp as several thousand knives, and therefore could probably think of a much better comparison than that. Suddenly every endless dinner party with friends becomes merely a stage for her zingy one liners (“Instant gratification takes too long.” “Maturity: A stoic response to endless reality.”).

Suddenly there are no lulls, no silences to be filled.

I could then go home and write an epic ode to the “Sound of Silence” because everyone knows absence makes the heart grow fonder.



related posts.
bookends: photo feature by clementine and alistair edwards

what to do with an arts degree by kimberley veart