Simon & Garfunkel used to call themselves "Tom & Jerry." |
| They sing for infinity, faced and staring mouth-to-mouth to craft the echoed diction ever sharper. They enunciate scores of syllables in thirds and fifths and octaves, matching sleepy tongue to deadened lip once more, again, another time… They are unabashedly infatuated with an acute ability to harmonize so faultlessly passing listeners shiver; a strict timing synchronized: exact atomic vocal clocks… the clear and stirring possibility of any manner of perfection. They sing on boulevards near corners where grocers stop mid-sale and turn, miscalculate, or smile; They sing for clusters of commuters: eyebrow-raising concerts a cappella call so sweetly that some settle, missing subway trains in trade for compositions crooned as praise, as prayer, as something witnessed, meat for future bragging rights: I saw them back in 'fifty-eight when they were still just Tom & Jerry. |