Funny how the right song appears at the right time

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I was on my way to tonight's Neal Casal Music Foundation fundraiser when I had a situation come up in my life that I had to deal with right away. Talk about sucky timing (do these things ever have "good" timing?). I turned around and dealt with it, but man was I grumbly. Such a shame since the weather was wonderful, windows down and I was looking for an attitude readjustment. Man, did I need it.

Just as the sun was starting to set the magic hour of light was descending upon my portion of the world the radio spit out a calming beauty that I have always loved and consider the best song the artist has written so far (I'd be game for one better)

Paul Simon - Duncan

Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been going at it all night long
Well, I'm trying to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song
Here's my song
My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fisherman's friend
And I was born in the boredom and a chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the Maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for New England
Sweet New England

Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
I was left without a penny in my pocket
Ooo-Weee I was about destitute as a kid could be
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
I'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well, she took me to the woods
Saying here comes something and it feels so good
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended
Oh, oh, what a night, oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playing my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just thanking the Lord for my fingers
For my fingers
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

 

Right when I needed it...

Great song, and nice story. Glad it came in the nick of time, Tony. Paul Simon is so amazing. Tons of great songs. 

Story - When I did radio, one of my favorites segues was playing this tune right after a Janis Ian tune (Watercolors) where the couple in the end of Janis' song are heading to the sack to make love. 

Not sure how many people got it, but I thought it funny.      

One of the few songs I've played in front of an audience and was actually OK with the performance.

I had some friends who used to absolutely crush it; sometimes with three guitars, others with two plus a fiddle or mando.

One of the first songs I ever joined them in playing, along with Franklins's Tower, FOTD, Teach Your Children and The Lee Shore.  The local handball court provided some great acoustics.

 

I recently had to put my cat Cali down. On the way home from the vet a song came on the Beatles channel I never heard before. Paul McCartney's Calico Sky. Un-freakin-believable . I will always Love You Cali!!!

We had to put our schnauzer "Max" down last month. He had a distinct bark when he got excited that we were home or dinner time. "Woo Wooo" was the sound he made.

Leaving the vet after putting him down, we get in the car and the Rolling Stones song Sympathy for the Devil was on.

I never noticed before how many times the band goes "Woo Hoo" in that song.

It sounded just like Max. We laughed, then cried. Then turned it off.

A bit down the road we turned the radio back on and they were still "Woo Hooing"

Back when I had tapes  once they hit my car they were never in labeled cases.I'd just I'd grab a random tape and throw it on.

After the births of each of my 3 kids, leaving the hospital Stella Blue was the song that was cued up on the tape I'd put in. Full disclosure, for #3 it was on the CD that was cued up in the player, totally unplanned.

I always thought Simon's songs Duncan and America were closely-related, and not just because they're probably my two favorite songs written by him.

To me, the speaker of both songs seems to be the same guy at different times in his journey. Their circumstances are markedly different; one is still in transit ("Kathy", I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh"), and the other, while still unsettled in fundamental ways ("I was left without a penny in my pocket / Ooo-Weee I was about destitute as a kid could be"), seems to have arrived at a destination of sorts, for a time at least. The overlap of the personas is perhaps most evident in the line "Well, I told her I was lost" from Duncan and the line "'Kathy, I'm lost', I said, though I knew she was sleeping" from America. I wonder if perhaps the "young girl in a parking lot" who "was preaching to a crowd" might be Kathy.

I've heard that all who wander are not lost, but these two songs by Simon seem to suggest that some of those who wander will find, like the GD's Lost Sailor, their compass cards spinning, and their helms swinging to and fro.

Joy and Sigmund, sorry for the loss of your friends

 

i like when the woo hoos go up into that higher range. one night in Buckhead in Atlanta me and two drunken buddies backed up a street musician with the woo hoos while he played sympathy 

Thanks Sky. It was her time though. I was just steamrolled at the time when Paul's song hit me. 
https://youtu.be/cjEeg5V69K8  Calico Skies by Paul McCartney 

My last speeding ticket was 1995 in Ohio.  Radared by plane a half mile away.   pulled over, ticketed for 15 mph less than I was going but still not in a good mood.   Started the car back up and was evidently in the middle of a YEM.  First lyric that comes on:  "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit"

Dad passed - first song played in my car by random - Knockin.  

 

My best friend died while we were in high school on Friday the 13th. The next night on SNL, Billy Joel was the musical guest. He played Only the Good Die Young.

Call from my sis around 4 AM. Dad died. (Not unexpected.) She called back right away and asked me to go to the nursing home to take care of him.

(Come to find out - she didn't mention - one of his final wishes was to be dressed in a suit and tie and dress shoes when leaving. OK.)

Leave my niece's house right away and hit a Circle K convenience store for a hot cup of freedom. As I walk in the door, "Stairway To Heaven" comes on the music channel. I laughed.

Clerk says "What's so funny?" I said "My dad just died." Man, did I get a look. Then I explained the music connection and she understood. Told her it was his time. More relief than sadness. 

Not wanting to bypass the moment, I decided to sit in that car in front of the store listening to the outside speakers for the rest of "STH." Got ready to go, grabbed the keys, and The Animal's "Oh Lord, Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" came on. More laughing. My born-again Christian father had a little bit of a past and if there's a St Peter at the gate, I could hear him saying that.

Couldn't keep sitting there listening to music, so I left, laughing.     

in the 90's, KPIG radio often would play songs appropriate to what I was doing at the time.

At first it was weird.But then it happened so often I thought it was cool.