Billy Bob In Goliath

While I’m talking TV, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how exceptional Billy Bob Thornton is in “Goliath.” It’s on Amazon Prime, and although half the households in America have it and don’t have to pay for it nothing on that outlet gets any traction, it seems people don’t know how to pull the service up or they don’t have a Roku or it’s not on Apple TV and they don’t know how to operate their smart TV but I wouldn’t count out Amazon, it’s a long game and that’s the one they play best and they’ve got oh-so-deep pockets and I’m not saying you have to watch “Goliath,” because it’s a typical David E. Kelley legal drama with holes galore, but Billy Bob Thornton, the excoriated actor who moonlighted as a musician, he’s FANTASTIC!

We seem to have forgotten the power of the individual. Of one person to make a difference. I’m not saying of one person to become successful, we have multiple iterations of that, we prop up nitwits for nothing and marvel at their remuneration but they’ve got no talent, whether it be the YouTube stars with their gaming and fashion tips or the models, even the one-dimensional pop stars fronting for Max Martin, but then there are talented people so good that what they say makes a difference. Like some people on Twitter. You need to follow Steven Rattner (@SteveRattner), the disgraced investment banker who went to work for Obama as the car czar. He took over for Felix Rohatyn at Lazard Freres, left media for the money, and now he’s returned to media, writing occasionally for the NYT and tweeting not only emotion, but facts, and if you still believe in facts it’s a revelation.

And one great band member can carry a whole act. How many have survived the loss of their lead singer? There’s Genesis and Van Halen, although both acts were the same yet different, but there are so many others with charismatic frontmen who couldn’t soldier on, whether it be the Doors or now Soundgarden. You see the magic is often in one person.

And millennials don’t get this, they’ve been taught it’s best to be a member of the group, they didn’t want to raise their hand in class for fear of standing out.

And business school is all about teams and relationships. God, if I hear the word “networking” one more time I’m gonna explode. Is that what life has come down to, finding people you can use to get ahead? And people have no shame, they want to go to lunch, talk on the phone, just so they can express their agenda, use me to further their careers, they do it unabashedly, which is why the odds of me talking on the phone or getting together with you are so damn low, although now I will have scared away the reasonable people but the unreasonable ones have no shame.

Which brings us back to Billy Bob Thornton, the rugged individual walking his own way who we get mad at because he doesn’t comport with our desires, doesn’t do it the way we think he should. Hell, all these years later it’s Jian Ghomeshi who’s the loser, funny how time lifts those who deserve attention and buries those who don’t. Which is why you can tune out today’s music scene for a couple of years and miss nothing, because none of these people are gonna last.

The heroes of America used to be rugged individuals. Hell, I can start naming them and continue for days. Whether it be Steve McQueen, or even musicians like Bob Dylan and John Lennon. These are artists we can’t take our eyes off of.

We can’t take our eyes off of Billy Bob Thornton in “Goliath.”

And sure, the role is written for him. The moral lawyer who can’t handle the results of his excellent work who goes off the deep end and trashes his life, ruins his family and career. But there’s still an inner mounting flame. And when it’s given oxygen, the old Billy Bob fights the goliath, because if you don’t believe in something, if you’re not fighting for something, why even get up in the morning?

The cinematography is incredible. William Hurt is acting at B level. Molly Parker is always great. Maria Bello acts to the limits of her ability, which unfortunately are not anywhere near Billy Bob’s, and you end up seeing that Nina Arianda deserved all those Broadway accolades, she’s not Hollywood beautiful, but she can ACT!

But Billy Bob is in his own league. He carries the whole damn show. Because he’s so damn BELIEVABLE! In an era where no one is, or there’s no one home. You think he really is the character. Who is willing to bob and weave and tolerate slights all in the furtherance of the ultimate goal, sticking it to the man.

Does anybody want to stick it to the man anymore?

No, they want to BE THE MAN!

But we’d rather watch the outsider, look to the lone gunman, the person outside of the system, not beholden to the rules, who thinks for themselves, they’re the beacon.

Like Billy Bob.

The Keepers

You’ll never look at the Catholic church the same way again. When you hear the word “Archdiocese,” you’ll shudder.

Netflix is CBS Records. A monolith that’s making money that’s spending money that needs something to hit, but not everything to hit. That’s what’s wrong with the HBO model, they’re so busy developing exceptional product that it takes years, and what results can often be lame, can you say “John from Cincinnati”? Whereas on Netflix you just ignore the detritus and go for the gold.

And “The Keepers” is gold.

You’ve got to start with the viewer reviews. Which are nearly five star. Before this we watched an episode of “The Crown,” which had three stars, even though I’d heard personally, albeit from a Brit, that it was a winner. Great acting, great production, but it was like watching paint dry, I’m not sure we can endure another episode.

But then I saw “The Keepers,” which I knew nothing about, but noted the rating and decided to give it a try.

Who killed Cathy Cesnik?

When’s the last time you even saw a nun. We used to laugh that we saw them driving around in their station wagons back in the sixties, but now all the nuns in this program have left the church and I read they’re having a hard time recruiting but the sixties were different.

Boy were they different.

They were the bridge to where we are now, the future, but they were also a bridge to the past, the fifties and forties and…

Can you abuse teenagers and not have the word get out?

You’ll be watching “The Keepers” yelling back at the TV, you truly can’t believe it, how could Father Maskell have perpetrated such crimes without anybody talking, without the word leaking out?

That’s the power of the Catholic Church, that’s the power of intimidation, that’s the power of fear.

So you’ve got two old ladies who decide to research the death of their teacher, the aforementioned nun, Cathy Cesnik, back in ’69.

And then you realize, you were in high school at the same time. And do you look as bad as they do?

We stop looking in the mirror at some point, we stop seeing ourselves the way others do, but the truth is age takes a toll, or maybe it’s got to to do with income, maybe I’ve been living in L.A. too long, with the focus on the physical, but you see these people, all good-hearted and earnest, and you ask yourself, am I too over and done, one step from the grave, already thrown upon the scrapheap?

But then you realize the power of these people, the persistence, to bring to life a fifty year old crime!

And at times “The Keepers” is slow too. And at times it’s a bit manipulative. You’re going down one path, but then they suddenly go down another, which explains it all or opens a whole new door, but you can’t stop watching, because you’re so intrigued, you want to know what happens, how it turns out, in a city that’s not New York or L.A., where everybody’s just living their life, where everybody didn’t go to college, where somebody graduates from Catholic school and marries a carpenter and they buy a house and raise two children, that was the American Dream.

But it doesn’t work anymore, the numbers don’t add up, did you see the WSJ article how “Rural America Is The New Inner City,” disadvantaged economically? You can’t make it there and you can’t make it here, because in the metropolis you can’t afford real property on your salary, so much has changed.

I don’t know families with ten kids anymore. Oh sure, they’re on reality TV, but it used to be you went to school with kids who were number five out of seven, or… And frequently their dads weren’t rich, in this case the father of ten was a cop, but they believed in the church.

I’m not sure anybody believes to that extent anymore. Oh, you’ve got a vocal minority talking about God, but they’re not so true blue, every televangelist seems to have been busted for faux pas. But in Baltimore in the sixties, the church ran the community, everybody was Catholic, and the Archdiocese circled the wagons, and that always scares me when they do that, the groupthink, protecting the institution, my dad was an outsider, an outlier, and I guess I inherited his genes, and when you go against the grain, speak the truth, you’d be shocked at the abuse you endure, it takes a lot of strength to be the “other,” which is why none of these women came forward.

And when they eventually do, eons later, they’re dragged through the mud. Ain’t that America, where it’s the victim’s fault. And if you don’t think it’s our philosophy, you haven’t been paying attention to Ben Carson, to Trump’s budget, the problem with the poor is they’re lazy, if they’d just pull themselves up by their bootstraps, fly straight and get jobs… Whew, and these are the people who keep testifying how compassionate they are! It’s like America has lost its soul, especially when you see the corporate compensation just published in the “New York Times,” these wankers make more in a year than most people will make in a lifetime, more than your whole apartment building will make in a lifetime, your whole NEIGHBORHOOD! Does anybody need that much money? Does anybody DESERVE that much money?

And believe me, the Catholic Church has money. To paper over problems.

And now all the religiosos are pissed at the Pope, who wants them to worry about climate change, take care of the less fortunate, that’s the ruling class, they embrace something as long as it’s expedient, then they abandon it.

And you WILL think about all of the above when you watch “The Keepers.”

And I won’t say the conclusion is so satisfying, but like life the journey is worth it.

And what we’re talking about here are lives, of reasonable people, whose journeys on this planet were ruined, by one man, who the Archdiocese covered for. Justice doesn’t always reign.

But ultimately “The Keepers” makes you feel part of a community, you’re not a scumbag, you wouldn’t put up with this, you’d report it…

But would you? What if the police didn’t take action? What if everybody dismissed you, said you were telling lies?

Life is much more complicated than it looks on the surface.

But it’s rarely complicated on screen, producers believe the public can’t handle it, they need everything wrapped up tight, so they can go to sleep at night. But there are enough loose ends in “The Keepers” to keep you up for a week.


P.S. It’s seven hours long. Conventional wisdom keeps telling us we’ve got short attention spans, we love to multitask, but the truth is we’re dying to turn off our phones and dig deep into something meaty, at length. We want to go along for the ride. Sure, we can hop from crap to crap. But when we find something solid, WE’RE IN!

The Sgt. Pepper Remix

The Sgt. Pepper Remix – Spotify

It’s sacrilegious.

Couldn’t they leave well enough alone? Do the Beatles need any more money? Isn’t Capitol/Universal flush enough? How dare they mess with our memories.

Assuming you were there the first time around, when “Sgt. Pepper” engrossed us and changed our perceptions of what was and what could be.

That’s right, it was 1967. Almost nobody was buying albums! It was still a singles world, dominated by AM radio, within the year underground FM radio would start in San Francisco, but FM didn’t penetrate the heartland for nearly five years, maybe more. The point being, “Sgt. Pepper” was a REVOLUTION!

It was not on the radio, because there were no singles. As for the two prior LPs, “Rubber Soul” and “Revolver,” their UK iterations had hits, the material was darker, more expansive than what had come before, but it wasn’t all of a piece, it didn’t all hang together, “Sgt. Pepper” came from outer space, it was unexpected.

And word did not spread immediately. What I hate is the rewrites of history. Like the Beatles were successful because they were a respite from JFK. NO! The Beatles would have been successful at any time, because they were just that damn good, furthermore the youth were bursting at the seams, to break the walls of control of their parents. To say it had to do with JFK is like intimating that Michael Jordan was so damn good because Bill Clinton became President, huh?

As for the remix… It’s great that gems come out of the vaults, not that anybody listens to those double-CD Beatles packages from decades back, only collectors and uber-fans, but when you mess with the essence… Hell, they still can’t agree whether Roger Maris broke the home run record, since he played in 162 games instead of Babe Ruth’s 154, and then the steroid-enhanced brutes topped that and no one even talks about home run records anymore, that’s what happens when you can’t agree on the rules, when you mess with the rules, which is what’s so great about music, it’s laid down and that’s it. The creator dies but their records live on. Come on, listen to some Buddy Holly, he’s still alive on wax, he’s an inspiration.

So “Sgt. Pepper” comes out and a small fraction of Beatle fans buy it. And back then sales were anemic compared to the MTV/CD era, people had less money, they depended upon the radio. So when you bought the LP, you were a party of one. It’s like watching “Game Of Thrones” if it weren’t on HBO and you’d never seen an episode previously and there was no internet. You’d tell the people you came in contact with, but getting someone to buy an LP unheard is nearly impossible, and when you play something for somebody they usually don’t get it, you’ve got to marinate in it yourself, bask in the tunes, let them unfold.

Now of course there was the cover. And sure, there were a bunch of personages on it, but that wasn’t the story, that was the ERA! Of pop art, of minimalist art, of black lights and psychedelia. Art was the fashion of the era, and it wasn’t about sales/money, it was about testing limits and the Beatles were part of it and wanted to push the envelope. So sure, you looked at who was depicted, but you were even more impressed by the fact that the Beatles were playing a role. Only a few years before there were no gatefold albums, there was only a picture on the cover and an inner sleeve promoting other acts on the label. The Beatles had taken over the complete package, they were standing apart, that was what was so confounding and influential, it’s like they resigned from the game to create a new game. And for all those who prefer “Abbey Road” or the White Album, you have to know, they were nowhere near the artistic breakthrough, they were song collections, “Sgt. Pepper” changed the course of history, suddenly everybody else wanted to make an album-length statement, hell, everybody wants to make an album-length statement to this day, BECAUSE OF SGT. PEPPER!

So what exactly was this? The Beatles or Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band?

And the opener, the title cut, rocked in a way the band usually did not. This was long before heavy metal, Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple and eventually Black Sabbath and Metallica. This was uncharacteristic, but in the pocket. This was Paul exhorting like he used to when he imitated Little Richard, “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” hearkened both forward and backward, and you never ever heard it on the radio, never.

As for “With A Little Help From My Friends”… Ringo needed friends? It was the insecurity that resonated. How he just needed someone to love.

And then “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds”… No one even knew what LSD was, this was before every young American read Tom Wolfe’s “Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.” All we knew was this was a dreamy song sung by the most emotive Beatle, who always seemed to believe what he was singing, and it made you want to drop out and join the circus. Never forget, the Beatles caused kids to question all their precepts, to jump the tracks, no Beatles, no San Francisco and Summer of Love.

I used to get mad at my school
The teachers that taught me weren’t cool
They’re holding me down
Turning me ’round
Filling me up with your rules

HUH? Only scant years before the Beach Boys were singing we should be true to our school, we got no truth in popular culture, and suddenly the Beatles were singing what we felt inside, calling a spade to spade, with optimism underneath. There’s the sixties right there, the younger generation thought about the possibilities, it wasn’t millennials saying they’re mired in debt and they’ve got no future, the world was our oyster!

As for “Fixing A Hole”… How many times did you have to listen, to contemplate the lyrics, this wasn’t a straightforward ditty, this was a vision from beyond, a place where you wanted to go, where you questioned EVERYTHING!

And leaving home… We were misunderstood, people were voyaging from the homestead in droves. Your parents weren’t your best friends, they didn’t get you, you wanted to cast off the reins.

“Mr. Kite” was part of the concept, ethereal and otherworldly, the words and changes resonated.

As for “Within You Without You,” if you got it immediately, you’re lying. But if it was on a Beatles album it deserved our trust, we had to listen, we had to unpack it, we had to get it. And sure, some boomers were old, in their early twenties, but most were just teens, this Eastern philosophy was new to them, they knew the Beatles had gone to India, they wanted to know what it was all about.

But they never thought they’d be 64, they just listened and bopped their head.

But you fell in love with Lovely Rita, were woken up by the rooster in “Good Morning Good Morning” and after the reprise, which was brief but even more energetic than the original opening anthem, you were forced to contemplate at length how many holes it took to fill the Albert Hall.


No one listened to “Sgt. Pepper” and immediately pronounced it a classic, it was just too different. But because funds were limited, you flipped the record over and played it again and again until it revealed itself. AND IT DID! There were no clunkers, you developed favorites, you learned the lyrics, and you started to break away from the paradigm, you were no longer a slave to the radio, you’d been set free.

Hell, it wasn’t until the White Album that the paradigm permeated the public at large, when everybody bought the double LP not caring whether there was airplay or not, but they’d been primed by “Sgt. Pepper” and the cascade of imitators. And everybody seems to forget that the White Album cover was, white that is, as a rebellion against overspending on artwork, the music had to speak for itself. That’s right, the Beatles were innovators, testing limits, not doing market research afraid of pissing off potential customers. They didn’t come to you, YOU CAME TO THEM!

But now they’re coming to us. With this inane remix.

It’s just not the same. It’s not like “Sgt. Pepper” wasn’t released in stereo to begin with. And it was the wash of sound that knocked you down and overwhelmed you. It wasn’t about the individual voices or instruments, but the entire passion play you were exposed to.

Fifty years ago.

I kinda get anniversaries, not that the Beatles, or “Sgt. Pepper,” have been forgotten.

But in this era of streaming the focus on the original would have been good enough. A few minutes with the remix and you’re offended and tune out. As for the extras, you can’t even listen through, they’re curios. But when you put on the original LP, you’re brought back to what once was.

When music was the hottest art form in the world.

Practiced by men secure in their abilities and vision.

Who decided to push the envelope, creating the modern music business in their wake.

That’s how it was, don’t let them rewrite history.

Paul Simon Playlist

Paul Simon Playlist – Spotify

“The Sound Of Silence”
Album: “The Paul Simon Songbook”

Recorded in London before Simon & Garfunkel’s success, this album was released after said success, because that’s the way the music business works, it’s sleazy. Not that many people bought it, at least not many I knew, but now through the magic of the internet you can listen to it, and it’s fascinating.

You can be fully ready but the marketplace may not be ready for you. The songs were there, maybe they needed better treatments, but imagine you’re Simon, frustrated, having had success as a teenager with Garfunkel as Tom and Jerry and then all you hear is crickets…

You’ve got to persevere.

And you’ve got to be lucky.

“The Sound Of Silence”
Album: “Sounds Of Silence”
Simon & Garfunkel

The hit version, which erupted on AM radio during the 1965 holiday season, we didn’t believe these were their real names, we thought this was a one hit wonder.

And it’s the SOUND of silence, not SOUNDS, just like it’s “Bridge Over Troubled WATER,” not WATERS! Then again, if you’re listening they’re getting paid, they don’t care, but knowing Simon, he probably prays you get it, we took our music seriously back then, every word counted, and to no one in America more than Simon, who taught a course about songwriting at NYU.

“April Come She Will”
Album: “Sounds Of Silence”
Simon & Garfunkel

It just makes you feel good.

In our heads we’re optimistic, we dream, we believe in the possibilities, and listening to this we think we can succeed, but know we may not, but if we don’t, we can just go back to the record and be set free and get inspired once again.

“The Dangling Conversation”
Album: “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme”
Simon & Garfunkel

Remember when artists were intelligent and respected? When it was not an honor to be dumb?

bThis was back when they started to discuss lyrics in class. There was a revolution going on, and it all wasn’t in the streets, it all wasn’t about the war, we were expanding our minds, lifting the world on our shoulders, the future was so bright, but the present was pretty good too.

“For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her”
Album: “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme”
Simon & Garfunkel

John Mendelsohn called “Waterloo Sunset” the most beautiful song in the English language, I disagree, I think it’s this.

“Homeward Bound”
Album: “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme”
Simon & Garfunkel

The loneliness was palpable, when the radio was a cornucopia of sounds and emotions, when the goal was to follow your muse and create something different from everything else that would earn you kudos and the ability to continue.

And it was after this that I rode my bike down to Fairfield U. to see Simon & Garfunkel at a festival on the football field where the New York football Giants practiced earlier in the summer. Soupy Sales was the headliner, riding the popularity of “The Mouse,” Simon & Garfunkel were nearly an oldies act, with enough songs to tour, and then came…

“Mrs. Robinson”
Album: “Bookends”
Simon & Garfunkel

You’ve got no idea how big this was, no song today has the equivalent ubiquity, and it was broken by what was seen as a subversive film known as “The Graduate,” we had more questions than answers, but that did not stop us from asking.

Album: “Bookends”
Simon & Garfunkel

“Bookends” has been forgotten, a nearly perfect album far from one-dimensional that made you not only feel good, but think.

Every baby boomer knows the lyrics to this song, because that’s what they used to do, drive, save up their cash and go cross-country, in search of adventure, before you could just sit at home and surf the net.

No one’s looking for America anymore, they’re convinced they’ve found it.

But how wrong they are.

“Fakin’ It”
Album: “Bookends”
Simon & Garfunkel

It starts like it’s ending, and then twists into an adventure, never heard on the radio, you owned the album and knew it by heart, this was when LPs were truly important, when the songs were just not revenue producers, but statements, when fakin’ it was anathema, when authenticity was key.

“Old Friends”
Album: “Bookends”
Simon & Garfunkel

How terribly strange to be seventy

People sing this line to me all the time, I sing it in my head, “When I’m Sixty-Four” is more famous, but it’s this one that resonates, that creeps us out, the Beatles cut is all upbeat, this is sad and reflective, old friends are all that count and soon we’re to be forgotten, I’m watching “The Keepers” on Netflix and when they ask the retired cop who found the body for connections at the police department he says no one there would know him. Whew! It’s gonna happen to ALL OF US!

“The Only Living Boy In New York”
Album: “Bridge Over Troubled Water”
Simon & Garfunkel

You’re a musician, you think you can cross over to the movies but you can’t. Just ask Sting and Madonna, then again, Ice Cube has done a good job of it, and Ice-T too, so maybe you’ve got to be a rapper with your hits behind you.

Famously written when Garfunkel was off filming “Catch-22,” a book teenagers no longer read, now that “Catcher In The Rye” is banned again, this is from the last Simon & Garfunkel album, which is not as good as “Bookends” but was even more successful.

“Baby Driver”
Album: “Bridge Over Troubled Water”
Simon & Garfunkel

Whimsy. Like I said, you could evidence different sides of your personality, before you had to do only one thing or you were excoriated.

“Armistice Day”
Album: “Paul Simon”

The last song on the first side of 1972’s solo LP which ended up having hits but got little respect, people still wanted Simon & Garfunkel, yes “Me and Julio” became a cultural staple and Simon was successful with reggae with “Mother and Child Reunion” before Bob Marley had any impact in the United States, but it’s the other cuts that put this LP over the top, it’s like going into Simon’s house, getting into his head, a very personal experience, where chances were taken and there were no limits, the changes and the picking in “Armistice Day” will blow your mind, and it was especially resonant in the winter, when it came out.

Album: “Paul Simon”

A positively creepy story song.

If you’re young and don’t know this, listen to it, use it as inspiration, if you hit peaks this high you too will have a career.

“One Man’s Ceiling Is Another Man’s Floor”
Album: “There Goes Rhymin’ Simon”

“There Goes Rhymin’ Simon” is a masterpiece, but it’s not lauded like Nick Drake’s work because it had huge hits, it’s the equal of “Band On The Run,” as good or better than any solo Beatle LP and no one ever talks about it, you don’t see it considered.

This is my favorite cut on the LP, if for no other reason than Barry Beckett’s piano, which breaks your heart before Simon rescues you and makes you feel okay, but not that okay…

“Something So Right”
Album: “There Goes Rhymin’ Simon”

When something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
The first to admit it
But the last one to know

Blame my mother, who always kept me on my toes, was constantly keeping me from being too big for my britches, I had to go to the shrink to learn how to stop apologizing.

When something goes right
Oh, it’s likely to lose me
It’s apt to confuse me
It’s such an unusual sight
Oh, I can’t, I can’t get used to something so right
Something so right

I can’t believe it, I believe there’s a trick, it’s gonna be taken away from me, it’s not real.

And then it disappears, slips through my grasp, is it a self-fulfilling prophecy?

“My Little Town”
Simon & Garfunkel

Rumor was they were back.

But they weren’t. Yet we had this hit on each of their solo LPs.

“50 Ways To Leave Your Lover”
Album: “Still Crazy After All These Years”
Paul Simon

“Kodachrome” burst out of the dashboard and obscured the magic of the album cuts and this album had huge hit singles too, although I must say the rest of the record was not quite as good as “There Goes Rhymin’ Simon,” but nothing could be.

You just slip out the back Jack

Fascinating how this number could have dark and light in the same song, kinda like a relationship, kinda like thinking about your life, where you are and where you could be

“50 Ways To Leave Your Lover” and “Still Crazy After All These Years” have remained part of the conversation, the social fabric, the earlier solo stuff has faded.

“Ace In The Hole”
Album: “One Trick Pony”

We walked to Westwood to see the movie, which I thought was quite good, Simon left Columbia for Warner Brothers for the freedom and the promise of being able to direct, when that was still a goal, before the movies became moribund and everybody had a video camera in their pocket.

“Late In The Evening”
Album: “One Trick Pony”

This was the single, not so successfully so, when you tie your album to a movie you’re in trouble if the movie doesn’t hit, and this one did not.

But, like I said, I dug the movie, when they were driving in the van playing Dead Rock Stars…

“Rene and George Magritte With Their Dog After The War”
Album: “Hearts And Bones”

A complete stiff, that’s what “Hearts And Bones” was, the first time Simon had completely failed, it looked like he was done, and then…

“You Can Call Me Al”
Album: “Graceland”

It wasn’t an immediate hit, it took that video with Chevy Chase to put it over the top, and talk about creativity, it was so simple, proving conception is key, soon video became all about bells and whistles.

Because of MTV, which amplified the hits and tamped down that which was not aired, “Graceland” was bigger than anything Simon did previously, it was an unexpected victory lap, he was a household word, but this was before MTV went all pop and the classic rockers were wiped from the channel, and the map.

“Born At The Right Time”
Album: The Rhythm Of The Saints”

A bit of a cheap shot if you ask me, well, not exactly cheap, but repetitious, weren’t we supposed to get a traditional singer-songwriter album after “Graceland” as opposed to another musing on another musical style?

Album: “Stranger To Stranger”

I know I’m skipping a bunch of albums, but so did everybody else, Simon was making music, but it was not resonating with the public. But “Stranger To Stranger” is closer to the mark. Especially the subject of this song and its catchy chorus. Who else is singing about this stuff?