Art Garfunkel and the Gap on the Memoir Shelf
The Fetching Mrs. Hewitt and I took in a pops concert with the Pacific Symphony and Art Garfunkel on Saturday night, and the tall half of the late sixties recording powerhouse was an entertaining mixture of nostalgia and brief asides, including a very funny bit on his film career.
Since then, I have been trying to figure out if any major figure from the ’60s/’70s music scene has produced a conventional memoir of what must have been an unusual career. Bob Dylan has put out the first volume of Chronicles, but it is not the sort of memoir that is a regular feature of almost every other celebrity field, from politics to Hollywood to sports.
Perhaps the brain cells are gone, or the life of concert after concert not particularly compelling, but if I have missed a title, let me know.
I suspect Garfunkel would be a good candidate to produce such a memoir as his career, while successful, has some aspects that would make it much more interesting than most, and he appears to be a thoughful person. His aside Saturday night on Alan Freed’s impact on he and Paul Simon was a glimpse of what his memoir might cover, and the vast cohort of aging boomers (and Peeps, who is a Garfunkel fanatic) would be a fine target market.
An Audible.com download of such a memoir could even come equipped with the referenced music embedded in the work.
Just thinking out loud for the publishers out there.