She said "Honey take me dancing" but they ended up by sleeping in a doorway

I wrote a post about the evolution of the meaning of Paul Simon's lyrics from the time I discovered him (early teens) to last night when he performed in Durham.

This post is about his music.  I know, lyrics and music are intertwined and the magic is in the blend, blah blah blah.  I'm not sophisticated enough to write about them together.


You know "Blister in the Sun" where it gets really quiet and then really loud "Let me go wild...."  I'm always the idiot who jumps up bellows out "let me go wild" too early.


In the case of Paul Simon I'm in perfect sync with every last drum beat, sax solo, whatever.


I know Paul Simon's music.  
Last night, I felt it.  
My body became an instrument.  
(That all sounds so incredibly corny but I'm coming to terms with the fact if I'm going to be "real" with myself and others I'm going to have to be corny here and there).


My kinesthetic intelligence is poor.  So, I've been working on improving it through a number of activities, most notably and frequently by dancing.


Last night, I moved to the music.  Within the confines of my back row narrow seat I felt like my body was doing the equivalent of "singing along" to the music.  I had diamonds on the soles of my shoes.


I've no idea what any of this looked like nor do I give a shit.  


It just felt good.


She was physically forgotten 
And then she slipped into my pocket 
With my car keys 
She said you've taken me for granted 
Because I please you 
Wearing these diamonds