Simon and Garfunkel are amongst the many aging greats who need to put aside their difference in the realization that life is just too short. Too short to let their unique vocal harmonies go to waste so long as they continue to trudge through this earth (and still making music no less). It feels like a devastating, family-dissolving divorce, us fans as kids pleading, “Please get back together, if just for us.” They only recorded 5 albums together, but enough to make clear we’d rather see Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel make music together than apart (okay, so Graceland didn’t need Garfunkel). But the feeling tends to be that a great group is better than any of its individual musicians. Same as how every post-Beatles solo album could never hope to be as good as Rubber Soul or Abbey Road (or name your favorite). Part of it has to do with the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. Part of it has to do with Ringo Starr being a drummer.
Longing, regret, and the Beatles aside, here is a great gem off of Simon and Garfunkel’s Bookends. Perhaps some solace can be taken in the fact that a record will always play for you, even if those who created it will no longer. For now, listen to these ‘old friends’ do what they used to do best (i.e. sing together amicably).