Psychology Today | 03.04.2026 02:28
I loved Simon and Garfunkel as a teenager (still do). But feeding that love was no easy matter. Growing up in Bangladesh, it took serious acts of devotion to find ways of listening to their songs. You had to find someone who owned a cassette tape or make friends with the owner of the right shop, or wait for a friend to bring one back from abroad. And when you finally got your hands on something, you listened to it over and over, because that tape was all you had.
