As The Music Plays #13 — Bridge Over Troubled Waters

This is a series of posts about the music I listen to while writing.  This time I’m back to a Simon and Garfunkel song — Bridge Over Troubled Waters.  Paul Simon is among my favorite song writers, poets, musicians and singers.  This song is just plain classic Simon and Garfunkel.  It’s one of their most recognized songs and a great example of their partnership.  Simon’s great writing combined with Garfunkels unique voice.

Simon wrote the song in early 1969 and it was recorded later that year.  Simon originally suggested that Garfunkel sing it as a solo, but Garfunkel thought that Simon should be the one to sing it.  That didn’t happen and most of us know the Garfunkel version.  The piano was played by session musician Larry Knechtel and with other session musicians on bass and drums.  It was released as a single and on their album, Bridge Over Trouble Waters in 1970.  It stayed top of the charts for six weeks and won a number of Grammy Awards in 1971. 

Over the years Simon has stated from time to time that he regretted not following Garfunkel’s suggestion and sing it himself.  I have listened to a couple of versions of Simon singing the song and he does it well, but it is much different that the Garfunkel version.  The two have very different vocal ranges and abilities.  I love the Garfunkel version and wonder if the song would have had the same success if they’d actually released a Simon version of the song.

I do recall hearing the song when it first came out, but at 10 I didn’t really understand the words or the music.  In 1973 my mother signed me up for a summer music program at my junior high school.  I was taking violin and piano lessons at the time.  I was also part of the school orchestra.  I wasn’t very good, but at that age they let anybody in.  Well, my mother didn’t want me just hanging around the house all summer so she signed me up for the month long half day summer music program.  There were three music classes and one recreational each day.  I took violin, orchestra, and for reasons I still don’t understand, they put me in the choir.  I don’t have a singing voice.  I’ve never had a singing voice.  The recreation class was just a room with chess boards in it and we played chess each day for an hour.  I’ve always thought that they didn’t want a bunch of nerdy musicians running around the playing fields and hurting themselves.

There were two big events for the program.  First was a trip to San Francisco to see the Ice Capades with a picnic lunch in Golden Gate Park.  That was a fun day out.  The other event was a concert that we gave at the San Jose Civic Auditorium.  I was in two parts of that concert, the orchestra where we tried to play something by Bach and the choir performance.  We sang a few songs, but our big number was our version of Bridge Over Troubled Waters.  We had to learn every note of that song and let me tell you, it wasn’t easy for a bunch of 13 year olds to match Garfunkel’s high ranging voice.  At the time they had me as a tenor (I’m now a bass, when and if they let me sing) and the tenor’s part was mostly harmony and staying out of the way of the sopranos.  While I doubt my singing was that good, I did gain a great deal of respect for the music.  It was clear to me how great this music was.

And that’s why this song ends up on my writing playlist — just great music that reminds me of a time when I was young, having picnics in the park, watching ice skaters, and … so many things, so many old stories come to my mind.

I’ll end with three YouTube links to versions of Bridge Over Troubled Waters.  First is the classic Garfunkel version.  Second is a version that Simon recorded in 1992.  Finally I include a Elvis Presley’s version.  Over 50 artists have recorded covers of this song, but of all those, Elvis does it best.

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Friday Wisdom — Driving

This week I drove to visit my brothers. Here’s everything I know about driving:

When is a door not a not? When it’s ajar.

Don’t run behind a car, you’ll get exhausted and don’t run in front of a car – you might get tired.

What kind of car does a dinosaur drive? A tyrannosaurus wreck.

I saw my neighbor washing his car with his son. I still think he should use a sponge.

There was a frog on the on-ramp thumbing for a ride, so I stoped and said, “Hop in”

So if you hit by a guitar truck, would that be a fender-bender?

The frog was at the parking meter looking for his car. I had to tell him it had been toad.

I was on a bus and gave my seat to a blind person. And that’s how I lost my job as a bus driver.

Apparently snoring scares all the passengers in my car.

I tried building a car out of wood, but it wooden go.

Most common cause of ice cream trucks breaking down: rocky road

I don’t like to brag, but I just got back from buying something very expensive. Yup, went to the gas station.

Soon we’ll have self-driving cars and soon we’ll have country songs about a guy whose truck leaves him too.

Two fish are sitting in a tank when one says, “Do you know how to drive this thing?”

I was writing a joke about my car, but I think it might backfire.

Did you know that the Jedi has cars? Yup, Toy-Yodas …

Did you know that there are cars for cats? Yes, they have Cat-illacs.

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21 Guns

Twenty-one Guns
 
The tour bus rumbles past
the quiet monuments to the fallen.
Shutters click as the tour guide
speaks the litany of the shrine,
that once was the Lee estate.
Now it is that hallowed ground
where solders come for that long rest.
 
The Quick rumble past the carved stones
of the Dead, that once placed
boots of war on their feet.
Their soles now silent.
Now day-trippers take aim and fire.
Cameras, not rifles.
Pictures, not prisoners taken.
 
The bus stops. The microphone is silent.
To the left a horse pulls a caisson carrying a flag-draped box
That contains a name who once walked.
The warrior sent at our command.
The sightseer sees and falls silent
And hears the echo of guns.
Three volleys and then the mournful notes.
 
Boys became men
And men became names
And names became graves
Gone is the sun,
Day is done.
God is Nigh.
 
I wrote this poem a number of years ago after a visit to Arlington National Cemetery during a visit to Washington DC. I’ve been privileged to have three visits to our nation’s capital in my life and each time I go, I enter the gates of Arlington to pay my respects to the men and women who gave their lives in the service of our nation. It is my hope that we will learn to live in peace so that no one ever again need surrender their life to defend our freedom.

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Friday Wisdom — Church

It’s a week of a lot of church activities. I preached at my church last Sunday, Monday was men’s group, writer’s group was yesterday and tonight is a dinner group. I know a lot of stuff about church so here it is:

Never heard at a church:

  • I’d like a turn sitting in the front pew.
  • I love 35 minute sermons.
  • Sure, I’d love to lead the middle school youth group for the next 5 years.
  • I love singing hymns I’ve never heard before.

We welcome all denominations at my church — ones, fives, tens, twenties, hundreds …

I was talking to a dentist who attends our church. He said his favorite hymn was, “Crown him with Many Crowns.”

Message for the week: Plan ahead — it wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark.

I asked a physicist if photons have mass. She said that she didn’t think they were Catholic.

I’ve noticed that some folks are kind and polite until you try to sit in their pews.

To make a long story short — don’t tell it.

Did you know that Moses was the first person to download something from the cloud to a tablet?

There are three kinds of church members: Those who can count and those who can’t.

A clear conscience is a sign of a bad memory.

I can’t believe it! someone stopped payment on my reality check.

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