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Ok just saw your most recent rebog - here is my question. What is your hottest take about S&G?
Ha, my hottest take. Let's see.
While I don't really believe Paul and Art were in love like the I'll love you forever marry me kind of love, I am quite convinced they fucked at some point.
They at least kissed...and it led to more lmao. Perhaps they were high or drunk when it happened and then maybe they each tried to deny it, but I cannot believe that in such a close friendship/partnership/thing they had, nothing of a sexual nature ever happened.
Take Art’s poem about all the tequilas he had with Paul for example. He's trying to convince the audience that it's about the two of them trying not to throw up...meanwhile 'tickle of the tonsils' is also slang for fellatio. 😌 So clever with words, our Artie.
Another hot take: Art, Paul, Penny and Carrie had a foursome.
hi guys!! awesome rare interview I found :D
Art Garfunkel “I’ll always be taller than you” will always be famous to me
I AM GONNA BE SO ANNOYING THIS IS NOT EVEN FUNNY (also ‘Artie that was a good friendship’…I’m gonna cry)
Trailer for In Restless Deams, coming March 17 to MGM+
"Artie...that was a good friendship"
"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone
the paul simon - funny moments video is a pillar of our society i think
Holy crap he is always contradicting himself lmao. He said THIS in 1983 🙄
https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/1983/08/13/paul-simon-two-for-the-road/d4a3155e-9830-4728-8ad1-353d294d84f1/
I highly recommend that if you haven’t already please read this article. It’s amazing and a goldmine truly. Special thanks to @boysnberryfan for sharing it with me.
[About Art] Is it fair to characterize your relationship of thirty years as complicated as most marriages? (x)
paul scheming: "nyAAA how can i get more money in the divorce?"
Simon & Garfunkel, 1966
Each bullet point is funnier than the last
Ok so is this what Art meant when he said:
It's so easy to forget they were angry at each other sometimes, when they're looking at each other like that.
The Concert in Central Park, 19 September 1981
Love it when Paul does stupid shit with his scarf. Swear he did it at the end of Shivaree too.
When I said: "You'll outlast me, you live more carefully." He said: "Write out what you want to." Ok, it's hard to say I knew him well, He was enigmatic to himself. Which of us was more aware? Which the elder? I was born November fifth. He on October 13th - a few weeks premature, you following me? He was born three weeks before me, my dear, But he was a premature baby. Were we both conceived at the same instant? February 5th 1941, the dead middle of winter, In the heart of World War Two Was I born at the right time? For 70 years his arm has been around my shoulder, He's dazzled me with gifts. I nurtured him in his youth. He brought me into prominence. I taught him to sing. He connected my voice to the world. I made him tall. All of our personal belongings are intertwined. We say it's exhausting to compete, But we shine for each other. It's still our favourite game. It goes on, this embrace, whether I speak for him or he for me: Love ruled our lives. It rules the mourners, And the winter of longevity.
Art Garfunkel's Poem performed at Paul Simon's 70th Birthday Party, 2011
Asked what Simon's reaction was, he admitted: "I don't know - he was at the other side of the room. I dared not look."
Happy Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel conception day guys (February 5th) (I’m not even joking)
Paul Simon may be small but I’ve always gotten the impression that he’s extremely heavy and dense like if you tried to pick him up it would be like trying to pick up a statue made of lead
paul being a smiths and cocteau twins guy makes so much sense
remember when paul simon said no to doing the midnight cowboy soundtrack
the fact that the girls that never write are uhh. Artie. man has been lying through his teeth for sixty years.
Happy 54th birthday to the album that permanently altered my brain chemistry.
The Paul Simon Song Book, 1965, with a short story by Paul Simon