Sunday Video
Sunday, December 6, 2009 at 7:18PM 
I’ve been listening to the Simon and Garfunkel album, “Bookends” lately. It really gets overlooked when people put together those stupid, fucking, “best of” lists to fill magazine pages up with.
It came out in April of 1968 and I got it for my tenth birthday. You have to remember that in 1968 psychedelia was in full bloom and album covers were schlocked out in crazy colors, fonts and pictures. And bands were wearing crazy clothing, the wilder and more unconventional the better.
So in the midst of all this, Simon and Garfunkel put out an album and the cover is just a stark, black and white shot of the two wearing matching black turtleneck sweaters. And at the bottom of the cover, in the simplest of fonts it says, “Bookends/Simon & Garfunkel. Understated coolness at its best.
Here’s two of my favorite songs. The first one, “Save The Life of My Child,” is one of the first songs ever to incorporate a moog synthesizer on it. I listened to this song once when I was tripping on acid and it all the effects and sounds just about blew the top of my head off.
The second one, “Fakin’ It,” has a line in it, that I incorporated in to my “Morning Sucks” website, that I thought everyone would wonder what it was. And the funny thing is that no one’s mentioned it! So I guess the jokes on me! Har-dee-har-har. Here’s an explanation of what I’m talking about. An explanation of what the fuck I am talking about (Go to the third paragraph.)
Reader Comments (2)
I have that album at home. Maybe I'll bust it out and give it another listen! I was going to burn all of my albums since it's 15 motherfucking degrees outside, but I guess I'll burn my books instead. I saw that Glenn Beck last night on Barbara Walter's Most Fascinating People and he's inspired me to burn things and cry. Next thing you know, I'll be teabagging!
I literally hate these two butmunches. Motherfuckers! When you were 10 you got a neat new album. When I was ten I got a Nazi "progressive" music director. Like trained monkeys, we learned to sing those greatest hits you alluded to, in chorale accompanied by piano. I can probably recite more of their dross than that Willy S. "Hello darkness my old friend", ughh, please kill me.