Often, I forget about Paul Simon for long periods. Not that he never crosses my mind, but I fail to hear his song. The way to truly hear Paul’s song is to sing it. Listening offers only partial apprehension of the movement. His songs beg to be sung, and beg to be sung with the same energy that he recorded them. Try to play “a Hazy Shade of Winter”as a slow ballad, and it invariably picks up – the energy seems to come out of the song itself (although, certainly, the synapses are firing in my own brain, controlling my fingeres, vocal chords, etc…) Songs that beg to be belted out loud.