According to a biography of Simon, he wanted the hero to be Mickey Mantle, not DiMaggio.  He couldn't make the line work, so he changed it.

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

 

I don't know about Mrs. Robinson, but Anne Bancroft was beautiful till the day she died. 

I bet most people don't know she was married to Mel Brooks for 41 years.  Somehow I find that amazing.  

Was Paul Simon your source for this theory?

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

I remember a great story Simon told on a 60 Minutes interview many moons ago.
He'd run into Joe DiMaggio and DiMaggio was like, "What do you mean, 'where have you gone?'" I'm right here! I'm doing ads for Mr. Coffee and everything!"

Simon pointed out that DiMaggio had yet to think of himself as a metaphor.

Point is, great song. Unimpeachable.

The first song I can remember hearing on the radio in our flat in Finchley, North London, at the ripe old age of 3!

I remember a great story Simon told on a 60 Minutes interview many moons ago.
He'd run into Joe DiMaggio and DiMaggio was like, "What do you mean, 'where have you gone?'" I'm right here! I'm doing ads for Mr. Coffee and everything!"

Simon pointed out that DiMaggio had yet to think of himself as a metaphor.

Point is, great song. Unimpeachable.

I remember a great story Simon told on a 60 Minutes interview many moons ago.
He'd run into Joe DiMaggio and DiMaggio was like, "What do you mean, 'where have you gone?'" I'm right here! I'm doing ads for Mr. Coffee and everything!"

Simon pointed out that DiMaggio had yet to think of himself as a metaphor.

Point is, great song. Unimpeachable.

Perhaps you have to have seen the movie - this song wasn't released (nor finished) until after it made The Graduate soundtrack.  Word is, Paul had Eleanor Roosevelt in mind when he penned these lyrics, but changed the name to Robinson for the movie.

These two NY boys were fine together - until:
1) Arty believed he was an actor...
2) Arty believed he was the creative one..
3) Arty tried to become 'a solo act'.
Oh my, Arty was delusional.

clapping smiling emoji for this sweet remembrance, Thank You jbarryc!  (I thought he was excellent at the DNC too  : )

Perhaps you have to have seen the movie - this song wasn't released (nor finished) until after it made The Graduate soundtrack.  Word is, Paul had Eleanor Roosevelt in mind when he penned these lyrics, but changed the name to Robinson for the movie.

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

I never really enjoyed "Mrs. Robinson," and over the years I've come to cringe every time I hear it on the radio. I consider it Paul Simon's worst-ever lyric.
Every time I hear this song begin, I think: "Why?? We could be listening to something outstanding from Simon and Garfunkel instead of this drek!"

48 years old and we still love listening to it.  Did our parents love listening to music from the 1920's when they were in their 50's? I don't think so. 

48 years old and we still love listening to it.  Did our parents love listening to music from the 1920's when they were in their 50's? I don't think so. 

This is not directed at you, rdo. However, I'm mounting a campaign for a level linguistic playing field on RP. The original "Mrs. Robinson" is this one by Simon and Garfunkel. The Lemonheads' version is a cover. I'm suggesting that we restrict the notion of "versions" to covers. And that the original is the original, not a "version." Adopting this convention will help resolve the confusion about which recording was the original and which was a cover—and there is a lot of confusion on these boards about too many songs.

I know, this has a snowball's chance in hell, but it sure felt good to get it out... 

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

 

I don't know about Mrs. Robinson, but Anne Bancroft was beautiful till the day she died. 

I bet most people don't know she was married to Mel Brooks for 41 years.  Somehow I find that amazing.  

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

Plastics!

I like the Lemmonheads version better. 

In the 60's , Mrs. Robinson was a hot piece of ass.
Today she's a dog.

This is not directed at you, rdo. However, I'm mounting a campaign for a level linguistic playing field on RP. The original "Mrs. Robinson" is this one by Simon and Garfunkel. The Lemonheads' version is a cover. I'm suggesting that we restrict the notion of "versions" to covers. And that the original is the original, not a "version." Adopting this convention will help resolve the confusion about which recording was the original and which was a cover—and there is a lot of confusion on these boards about too many songs.

I know, this has a snowball's chance in hell, but it sure felt good to get it out... 

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

While I have been listening to RP for several years, I never felt comfortable making a comment since I was one of the 'freeloaders' who listen but didn't donate. I just rectified the donation issue so I can make a comment about this and all Simon and Garfunkel songs we hear on this station.
A little over a year ago, I was invited to London with a friend who works in show business. We had many activities scheduled but there was one meal that stood out.We were invited to a dinner at a small home in central London owned by a well known artist. Nothing fancy. My friend and I along with four other people. I recognized one of the people right away since he is a very famous TV producer here in New York.While I was saying hello to him, a short fellow with whispy hair came up to me, shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Paul." It was Paul Simon. I fought the collapse of my knees and the tears that automatically came to my eyes and we all sat down at the kitchen table for a simple dinner. We talked all night (I work in healthcare and he has a particular interest in the field). He was funny, charming and made me feel like what I do was the most important thing in the world. An incredibly nice man who just seems so comfortable in his skin.
I got back to my hotel and stayed up all night listening to every song he wrote that happened to be on my ipad (most of his catalog). All I wanted to do is tell him how much his music meant to me as a child and teen. How I would listen to his records over and over until they were so worn that I knew when the next pop or skip would come up. Or how many times a tear would come to my eye when I realized the meaning of what he was singing and how I was convinced he was singing to me.
I've lived an amazing life and have met many famous people. But never a hero. I've thought about that dinner almost every day since. I hope  I continue to think of it every day of this life.

 In the 60's , Mrs. Robinson was a hot piece of ass.
Today she's a dog.

... 

I like the Lemmonheads version better. 

 peter_james_bond wrote:

ziggytrix wrote:Pandora does suck.  You can usually find your favorite artists, and on occasion discover new artists on there, but not without some effort and patience.  If your tastes run “less mainstream” (which I’m guessing it would, otherwise you wouldn’t listen to RP) then Pandora struggles to match up similar artists / or peters out after an hour and wants you to input more suggestions.  If you have time to kill to play around with it, then fine.  If you’re trying to listen to music while doing other things, forget about it.  Plus you don’t get the awesome segues & themed sets that Bill is great at!    (though I do sometimes wish RP had a FFWD feature like Pandora)

... Then Paul Harvey, Mrs. Robinson and home.

From Wikipedia:
MELF
In the World of Greyhawk campaign setting for the Dungeons & Dragons fantasy roleplaying game, Melf, also known as Prince Brightflame, is a grey elven archmage, and was originally a player character of Lucion Paul Gygax in Gary Gygax's home campaign. Melf is a native of the elven kingdom of Celene, and is recognized by many as the leader of the Knights of Luna.

Some people never outgrow D&D.

? 

Memories of high school, sitting in my junker car outside the supermarket I worked on a cold, sunny winter day in Indiana. This song came on the a.m. radio, through the one and only speaker in the middle of the dashboard. I don't know if it was the cold crisp air or just my mood at that moment, but no song has ever sounded so good. No $1,000 speakers or digitally pristine recording or anything else technology can muster will probably ever sound as good as this song coming out of that radio that day.

From Wikipedia:
MELF
In the World of Greyhawk campaign setting for the Dungeons & Dragons fantasy roleplaying game, Melf, also known as Prince Brightflame, is a grey elven archmage, and was originally a player character of Lucion Paul Gygax in Gary Gygax's home campaign. Melf is a native of the elven kingdom of Celene, and is recognized by many as the leader of the Knights of Luna.

Some people never outgrow D&D.

In the 60's , Mrs. Robinson was a hot piece of ass.
Today she's a dog.

MELF's in the 10's blow away the MELF want-a-bees of the 60's

? 

"I Am the Walrus" was released on the Magical Mystery Tour EP in 1967. "Mrs. Robinson" was first released on The Graduate soundtrack in 1968 and later that year on Bookends. Well, we all assumed that S&G were quoting "I Am the Walrus." After all, before "Walrus" I don't think the lyric "goo-goo-gachoob" existed in pop music. Even if S&G slightly misquoted it, the homage is IMHO pretty obvious.

Did someone actually think not? Amazing.

 peter_james_bond wrote:

ziggytrix wrote:Pandora does suck.  You can usually find your favorite artists, and on occasion discover new artists on there, but not without some effort and patience.  If your tastes run “less mainstream” (which I’m guessing it would, otherwise you wouldn’t listen to RP) then Pandora struggles to match up similar artists / or peters out after an hour and wants you to input more suggestions.  If you have time to kill to play around with it, then fine.  If you’re trying to listen to music while doing other things, forget about it.  Plus you don’t get the awesome segues & themed sets that Bill is great at!    (though I do sometimes wish RP had a FFWD feature like Pandora)

In the 60's , Mrs. Robinson was a hot piece of ass.
Today she's a dog.

MELF's in the 10's blow away the MELF want-a-bees of the 60's

He spoke blasphemy, Pandora sucks.

Pandora is pretty dang neat.  It has its limitations, but it most certainly does not suck.

another one of those things that probably everyone knows but I don't.....is the coo coo cachoo a reference to the Beatles Eggman?  That would have been around the same time, right?  Just say if I'm stupid 

Pop? Do you have any idea what pop sounded like in those days?

Thanks — I reposted before I saw your reply....of course, since it was commonly mis-quoted perhaps S&G did also (??)....

I doubt it. The phrase from 'I am the Walrus' is actually "goo, goo, gajoob" although it's commonly misquoted/misheard as 'coo, coo, cachoo.'

another one of those things that probably everyone knows but I don't.....is the coo coo cachoo a reference to the Beatles Eggman?  That would have been around the same time, right?  Just say if I'm stupid 

another one of those things that probably everyone knows but I don't.....is the coo coo cachoo a reference to the Beatles Eggman?  That would have been around the same time, right?  Just say if I'm stupid 

Benjamin: For god's sake, Mrs. Robinson. Here we are. You got me into your house. You give me a drink. You... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be home for hours.
Mrs. Robinson: So?
Benjamin: Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.

You CANT be serious.  Mrs Robinson??  I may be done with RP forever after this.   I can't take this anymore.  I really can't.  Pandora rules.  This is awful.

Also, the Lemonheads cover of this song is better than the original.

Plastics.

He spoke blasphemy, Pandora sucks.

You CANT be serious.  Mrs Robinson??  I may be done with RP forever after this.   I can't take this anymore.  I really can't.  Pandora rules.  This is awful.