Hes written wry vignettes about midlife ennui (Still Crazy After All These Years) and delivered epic visions, like American Tune, which begins as a confession (Manys the time Ive been mistaken / And many times confused), before swooping upward to take in a panoramic view from high above New York Harbor: I dreamed I was flying / And high up above my eyes could clearly see / The Statue of Liberty / Sailing away to sea. Those lines are mystical, but he sings them conversationally, a patented Simon trick for taking the edge off his most literary lyrics
She had good reason to be worried
Now, when I count to three I want you to say Hi, David! One, two, three! HI, DA-VID! The auditorium shook
Here's more from The New York Times about the possible opposition to the latest proposal: "While cracking down on smoking may seem like a no-brainer given the clear link with cancer, Mr
In recent decades, sales of cigarettes in the U.S