“In restless dream I walked alone” this time, w/ out Garfunkel.
Two moments of silence descended upon two reflecting pools.
I don’t think viewers ever follow up on the bio after that morning:
Sound of smoke.
Sound of stress.
Sound of silence.
Silence, ten years ago, was deafening.
More like being speechless. Same freeze-framing the day President Kennedy was shot.
Even for those who made a living by commentating and improvising.
“Ten thousand people maybe more”.
People talking without speaking.
People hearing without listening.
Simon remains one of a few voices from the 60’s, who traveled far to Africa,
to enrich his repertoire.
The globalization of music.
The names which are now etched into the 9/11 memorial represent a diverse pool of country origins.
First, we have to be able to trust strangers.
Then, we do business.
Finally, we party and share the grief.
Besides English as lingua franca, we got music. We got Rock and Roll, soft or hard.
Then we got Sound of Silence.
In the decade since, I have been more aware every time I fasten my seat belt, before take off.
Hundreds of air passengers, strapped in for known and unknown destiny.
Like the Hockey team from Russia.
Even the last survivor didn’t make it.
Flight 93 passengers took destiny back in their own hands.
The hijackers got hijacked in a 9/11 twisted plot. Then, rescue workers needed to be rescued.
No crescendo for an already stress-filled morning.
We wanted to get back to book reading and book reviewing.
We wanted our loved ones to come home.
If there were Twitter, our chosen top tweet would have been
“We’re all first-responders”.
In restless dream, I walked together.
Simon and Garfunkel: twin talents for Twin Towers.