Art And Paul In Holland, 1966

Linda Eastman     Simon and Garfunkel, New York City     1966

“I write from instinct, from inexplicable sparkle. I don’t know why I’m writing what I’m writing. Usually, I sit and I let my hands wander on my guitar. And I sing anything. I play anything. And I wait till I come across a pleasing accident. Then I start to develop it.” Paul Simon, 1984

“[T]he loving, caressing guitar work that Paul Simon does on a Martin acoustic guitar, just kills me and makes me sing lovely. I ride that guitar like a jockey on a horse that is having a fabulous little spring.” Art Garfunkel

Exhibit A:

love looking at pictures of simon and garfunkel on pinterest cause it’s always just a nice photo of them and then the caption is a link to an article that says “garfunkel just told us he wants simon dead”

“we would isolate ourselves and sing to each other and watch each other’s mouth and tongue movements so we could synchronize our holy vibrations and ascend to the 8th astral plane of homosexuality” - art garfunkel discussing s&g’s creative process

People will caption a picture of two middle aged men with “do you think they explored each other’s bodies?” like they are straight married and have 2 kids each. But yes I honest to God do.

Are you open to the idea of being S&G mutuals? :]

Yes, reveal yourself mwhahahahah

“We didn’t talk to each other from the ages of 17 to 21… We were best friends. The love affair stopped with a bruise. People fall out. What else is new? I got over it because Paul was so damn good. I ran into him in Queens and he was so funny and smart that I dropped my old barrier, and when we started working together again we knew we were onto something. Paul started bringing the songs to me at Columbia College, where I was studying architecture. I was the midwife, pulling out and cherishing the babies as Paul kept giving birth.”

— Art Garfunkel 

For seventy years his arm has been around my shoulder

He’s dazzled me with gifts-

I nurtured him in his youth-

He brought me into prominence-

I taught him to sing-

He connected my voice to the world-

I made him tall-

All of our personal belongings are intertwined

Lost Gen X bedroom in the attic of an abandoned house.