One summer in high school, I caravaned to St. Louis to see Paul Simon at the amphitheater there. It was awesome. Do you think that’s lame? Then you’re a parochial snob who doesn’t understand what good songwriting is, and why don’t you fuck off. Simon hasn’t done much for me since Graceland, but he doesn’t need to. That record, plus the ’70s solo albums and late-era Simon and Garfunkel records are classics all, packed tight with inspired melodies and unshowy lyrical intelligence. Now 70, he has more than earned the right to write a song called “Getting Ready for Christmas Day,” which appears on his most recent grandpa world-music record, So Beautiful or So What, and which, fuck it, I think I might even kind of like a little bit.