Dear Mr Simon and Mr Garfunkel,
Do you think it’s time for a sequel to Sounds of Silence?
I couldn’t believe that a certain ‘famous’ person,
who will remain nameless (because I don’t want to be sued)
but we all know who he is,
recently said this song was boring and dated.
He might have had a point.
I’m not sure the rendition of it was anywhere as heart felt
as you both together,
but perhaps that’s because the singers
felt like they were staring into the headlights of fame
and just lost their way.
Their hearts were in the right place and
I don’t think they were able to perform
it the way they wanted.
Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt, okay.
Maybe, the aforementioned ‘famous’ person,
just didn’t understand the deeper layers of this song.
I’m sure his songs aren’t going to make it onto the curriculum.
But then he probably doesn’t care because
he has plenty of money.
Maybe the cancer you thought would grow, actually has.
It’s in a modern music industry that echoes wells of meaninglessness.
Where even the protest from Rap has been watered down
and turned inside out to serve mass production.
It’s full of dance tracks and self obsessed divas and Elvis wannabees.
Give me a hard livin’ Johnny Cash
for heart and soul singing any decent modern song, any day.
So some leave to crowd fund independent albums
that are written on the tenement walls.
And slam poets take up the mantle.
Their words turning up at TedX conferences and in videos attempting to go viral.
Do you think you could write a sequel
to remind people of the sign flashing out it’s warning?
Could you maybe play your songs on the underground?
Yours respectfully, a huge fan,
poet, multiplatform storyteller from Down Under
whose Dad introduced her to this song and many others by you when she was but a child.
(c) June Perkins