It Was The Year Of The Beatles,

There Are Two Sorts Of People In The World: Those Who Listen And Those Who Are Thinking About What They Are Going To Say Next.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

As Soon As Your Mind Knows That It's On And It's Supposed To Produce Some Lines, Either It Doesn't Or It Produces Things That Are Very Predictable. And That's Why I Say I'm Not Interested In Writing Something That I Thought About. I'm Interested In Discovering Where My Mind Wants To Go, Or What Object It Wants To Pick Up.

I Don't Think That Simon And Garfunkel As A Live Act Compares To Simon And Garfunkel As A Studio Act.

A Songwriter's Supreme Challenge Is Being Complex And Simple At The Same Time