Just when the crowd started to thin out, Simon doubled back to his guitars and picked another acoustic one up. He started plucking out the opening notes of "The Sound of Silence," and Golden Gate Park grew still: those who had been moving towards the exits or calling out the names of friends quieted down and rooted their feet, and Simon sang, softly, as thousands of voices eerily joined in.
At the end of a weekend where politics rarely came up and artists refrained from commenting on the disturbing events that have plagued recent headlines, "The Sound of Silence" felt starkly relevant. ("People talking without speaking / people hearing without listening" isn't a lyric, but a regular dynamic for many in this fractured age, and we could use more prophets writing on subway walls, too.) It was easy to forget the real world and its frightening churn up to that point, and Simon didn't break the spell. Instead, he offered a subtle, cathartic nod to the crowd -- a corrective, even -- with his final notes. Music festivals like Outside Lands offer a temporary escape. They end, but if you were listening closely, you can take what you need with you when you go.
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Just when the crowd started
Just when the crowd started to thin out, Simon doubled back to his guitars and picked another acoustic one up. He started plucking out the opening notes of "The Sound of Silence," and Golden Gate Park grew still: those who had been moving towards the exits or calling out the names of friends quieted down and rooted their feet, and Simon sang, softly, as thousands of voices eerily joined in.
At the end of a weekend where politics rarely came up and artists refrained from commenting on the disturbing events that have plagued recent headlines, "The Sound of Silence" felt starkly relevant. ("People talking without speaking / people hearing without listening" isn't a lyric, but a regular dynamic for many in this fractured age, and we could use more prophets writing on subway walls, too.) It was easy to forget the real world and its frightening churn up to that point, and Simon didn't break the spell. Instead, he offered a subtle, cathartic nod to the crowd -- a corrective, even -- with his final notes. Music festivals like Outside Lands offer a temporary escape. They end, but if you were listening closely, you can take what you need with you when you go.
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cool
cool
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Like the title for around
Like the title for around these "parts" ... also though it was cool
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Speaking of cool, here is the
Speaking of cool, here is the jam bands article that includes a link to the YouTube
https://jambands.com/news/2019/08/12/bob-weir-sits-in-with-paul-simon-at...
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Was Weir there with a band,or
Was Weir there with a band,or was that his only appearance?
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He was probably invited by
He was probably invited by the promoter to hang out and experience the festival.
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As Bobby sit-ins go, that was
As Bobby sit-ins go, that was stellar.
Yeah, I know. The bar is low.
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According to the Guardian
According to the Guardian review, "Weir seemed as though he could have used another rehearsal"
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2019/aug/12/outside-lands-festival-pau...
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Awkward
Awkward