So, in about a Month, I will see Simon and Garfunkel perform live. In person. Like, I'll be in the same room. They officially broke up like 40 years ago, you know? This is a big deal for me.

I can't think of an artist today whose music touches me quite the way that Simon and Garfunkel's does.



I get chills even typing out those lyrics. The hairs on my arms stand on end when the song cycles on my iPod. The words, the melodies, the harmonies…I can't believe that I have a chance to hear them in person. I'll probably cry.

A lot. And good Lord if they play "The Boxer", the vocal riff will haunt me for days. Lie la lie **clash** la la la la lie la lie…oh, and "Dangling Conversation"? Hello!—I'm beside myself with excitement. Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

When we bought the tickets, I was stunned. I was waiting for my confirmation email to arrive, and I was afraid to get excited until I had that little piece of digital proof that it was a go. I experienced the same sense of awe when I saw Elton John last year. My favorite era of music is the late 1960s to the early 1970s, and I've come to accept that I will probably never see the artists that touch my soul. I feel so completely lucky to get this chance (and I really hope they don't get in a tiff and break up again before May).

I just can't believe that this is happening. Somebody pinch me!