And whisper'd in the sound of silence."

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
-Simon and Garfunkel


lately i realized what a close friend once uttered about music. she said: music is music. this song by simon and garfunkel is just one of the many many old songs i fancy for quite sometime now. i may have been born in the late eighties but my influence is much of what one may consider as old school. last month when i went home to my parents house, me and my mother watched the concerts of simon and garfunkel, the eagles and rod stewart. i was teary eyed in front of our television because these musicians were really making music. aside from the quality of their voice and the versatility of the instruments they were playing i felt the regard they had for making each song a product of what we call unexplainable passion and vigor in every line and tune they were playing. there was poetry and melody.(as far as my taste is concerned) i borrowed my housemates cds containing bing crosby, the brothers four, andy williams, nat king cole, the lettermen etc and played it with my father. he was very pleased with these songs and surprisingly i was equally happy to share these melodies too. my younger siblings, much to their contempt, can't do anything to change tunes. i know that a few years from now they will in turn appreciate the music as much as i do because of this exposure. i was once like them when my father cooked our meals with nat king cole's mona lisa drifting along with the smell of pancakes. whew.i adore it.

the sound of silence is one of the few songs i want to sing in its entirety.