The Sound of Simon and Garfunkel

If anyone we know is having a baby boy, please tell that person to name their child Garfunkel.

S & G come to mind because a neighbor of mine has been cranking their greatest hits every week or so, out the window so no less then a thousand people can hear the music. It typically starts at midnight and it's the weirdest thing. The music is so preposterously loud and intentionally directed outwards to the street, you feel angry and imposed upon. But it's Simon and Garfunkel, so how can you get too upset? The guy that's playing this music must be sitting to himself, rubbing his hands together with glee at the conundrum he's placed his neighbors in. Or what is this guy thinking or doing? He's super fucking high, that's for sure.

Did I mention this goes on for hours? It was still cranked two hours later... and nobody complained.