One of my earliest musical memories was when I discovered that songs could be about more than the writer’s direct experience. Music could exist as part of a greater artistic picture, with each portion enhancing the other to make an amazing whole. I learned how songs could inspire artists who were not musicians, and how that would later impact what I wanted to do with my life.
Okay, I should confess here that I do not care for Paul Simon very much: I think he’s kind of a dick, and his music is uninteresting. I 95% abhor Simon and Garfunkel; they just do nothing for me, and they soundtracked the awful The Graduate, which they will have to atone for someday (perhaps Art already is). But (as Opifex recently pointed out) there is one album that all ’80s babies know by heart, and that album is Paul Simon’s Graceland.