If you’re in your 60s, you probably don’t frequent live music concerts as much as you once did. Who has the koach?
But going to see Art Garfunkel last Wednesday night was a rare opportunity: he hadn’t played here in 32 years, and it was nice to see a landsman from a long ago past.
It wasn’t so much a must-see as it was a nostalgia trip. If you were 12 years old growing up in New York, Art and his boyhood pal Paul were the neighborhood stars from Forest Hills High School who made it big.