The most incredible song ever

I go in waves, musically, as do most people. Was huge into Blind Melon a while back (Still love them. Just no longer obsessed). Had a good run with the Dixie Chicks, too. In college, I went a spell where all I could hear was A Tribe Called Quest. So on and so on.

Lately, for me, it’s been a song—Simon & Garfunkel’s America.

I’m not sure when it first hit me that this was the absolutely perfect song, but it is. Beautiful singing. Subtle melodies. Best of all—the words. Haunting. Deep-yet-seemingly-surface. I know I’m hardly covering new territory here; that America first came out in the 1968 and it’s been heard a gazillion times. I guess what I love most about the tune is that, for so many, the feelings are universal. Those moments when you’re young and raw and taking on new travels and adventues and all.

Anyhow, that’s all I’ve got to say—except that the David Bowie version after 9/11 was also amazing …

6 thoughts on “The most incredible song ever”

  1. Was a huge fan of S&G back in the 60s and 70s.
    Can’t think of a single song that I didn’t enjoy.
    America is a classic.

    Had never heard the Bowie version – thanks.

  2. agree, growing up in 70’s and 80’s I had S&G greatest hits on vinyl and wore it out. Saw them at old Shaeffer Stadium (Foxboro, Ma) in summer of ’83. Nice visuals on the Bowie version.

  3. I’ll have to give that a listen, but I’m with you on Tribe Called Quest. Very underrated. Love the jazz fusion, and Q-Tip was great. He had a pretty good solo disc out a few years ago.

  4. I have loved this song since it appeared in “Almost Famous.” If you have ever done any traveling around the country at all, it hits you hard. I imagine, Jeff, that your job has taken you around the U.S.A. To me that is the only way to realize how spectacular our country is – East Coast, West Coast, and everything in between – and I think this song nails that fact.

    Not to turn this political, but having hung out everywhere from Haight-Asbury to small-town diners in Iowa, I hate the way that people from one area or the other think they have a claim on what “real America” is. The guy at the diner at Iowa should spend one weekend in Manhattan or with a view of Puget Sound in Seattle. The raging liberal in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood should attend a small-town high school basketball game in Indiana just one time, where the whole town shuts down.

    That’s what this song says to me.

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