RECKLESS BEATS is a musical feature where I incorporate a little music into this bookish blog.
You have to give credit where it’s due. Simon and Garfunkel made some incredible music that lives in infamy to this day, and yet… there have been few others that’ve made covers of their music worthy of the name.
Driving to work one morning, I got a snippet of Disturbed singing Sound of Silence, and I thought it was atrocious. I didn’t know what was happening, but it just wasn’t working for me.
Then I got to work, PLAYED IT FROM THE BEGINNING, and THEN… the chills started. By the time the song was done, I’d had at least three eargasms in a row and was still shivering all over.
The intensity and building drama of the piece can only really be appreciated by listening to it FROM THE BEGINNING, not throwing you into it somewhere halfway. There’s definite drama there that needs to build up to its heartfelt crescendo. In a way, it reminds me of A Perfect Circle‘s cover of Imagine, which does a similar sort of thing, sounding dark and mysterious, with this heavy, beating rhythm that can only be really appreciated IF YOU LISTEN TO IT FROM THE BEGINNING. If you come in midway, it does nothing for you. In fact, you might even say, “What the fuck?” and turn it off.
Trust me when I say, these slowed down, darker renditions are killin’ it. But you gotta start from 00:00.
But don’t take my word for it. Give it a listen:
I give you Disturbed‘s Simon & Garfunkel cover of Sound of Silence!
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out it’s warning
And the words that it was forming
And the sign said
“The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sound of silence