A friend posted a request on Facebook the other day.
He wanted his friends to name just one song that was especially meaningful. He promised to listen to it, and would thus know us better.
I, of course, jumped to all kinds of conclusions and wouldn’t do it. I think I missed his point; he qualified what he meant by using the word “better.” I incorrectly assumed he would make that one song represent the total “me.” I just couldn’t allow that, and I don’t think any of us would.
He is right about one thing, though: the music we listen to presents clues as to who we truly are. But the keys to getting to know us well are contained in the total of ALL the music we listen to.
There was a time in my life (spoiler alert: yes, I AM old) when Simon and Garfunkel was THE music I wanted most, or at least it seemed that way. For quite a while. There were three albums recorded by the boys that I would play from beginning to end, both sides, without interruption.
Paul Simon is a New Yorker, and at the time, I was living in D.C. I think I felt some sort of connection between my life and his music, maybe only because he understood what it was like to live in a big city. There are both dark places and brightly lit places there, each with their own special beauty. Paul Simon seemed to know all those places intimately, and as a city dweller myself, I found it easy to relate.
Yet while the music of Simon and Garfunkel connected with me, it certainly does not represent the whole of who I am. At…