Elvis Costello gives such an elegantly poetic critique of Paul Simon’s new album in the Huffington Post.
How do the fingers of this thing entwine? Which foot falls first upon the trail?
Is it the word? Is it the music?
It generates few visible blisters, so may even be mistaken for an unearned reward.
As Fred Astaire once wisely sang, you have to “Let Yourself Go.”
So how do you begin? When do you know when you’ve reached your destination? What do you cut and when do you run without painting over the picture?
A thing of beauty?
Who needs it?
But that’s the very mystery and fascination of it.
The trick is, as I know it, is to care like hell and not give a damn at the same time or as more elegantly proposed here; So Beautiful Or So What.
Read the rest there —> Elvis Costello: On Paul Simon’s So Beautiful or So What.