Paul Simon

is a god. I swear. The man is a musical genius. I listen to his music, and I experience every emotion there is. Right now, I'm listening to "Still Crazy After All These Years." It's fitting.

I've had a lot of my past lovers - be that in the physical or emotional sense - resurface in recent days. As if my current situation wasn't confusing and emotionally exhausing enough. Some old friends are more than welcome, and now that they are back make me realize how much I have missed them. Others are just confusing, or unnerving. But they all require emotional energy I feel that I am currently lacking. And yet I want so badly to keep up with it all! It's like I finally have the freedom to do as I choose, and yet I'm too tired to do any of it!

Anyway, back to Paul. My musical hero. My older sister took me to his concert when I was 16. After I got over my initial shock and paranoia over the fact that everywhere around me people were smoking grass (because, you know, who would smoke grass in BC at a concert with Bob Dylan and Paul Simon??? It's a public place!!!) I had the greatest time. The way that his music made me feel - exhilarated, energized, happy, sad, nostalgic (if one can be such a thing at 16). All in a 2 hour concert! It was spiritual for me. And for my sister. It is one of my warmest memories with her. Since then, I've been devoutly fanatic about Paul Simon.

My sister introduced me to a lot of great things. I'll have to remember to write about that sometime. Right now, I don't have anything other than warm thoughts of Paul though, so I do believe I'm finished for now :)