It's obvious from Paul Simon's work on The Capeman to this tossed-off, half-finished piece of hackwork that he has an utter contempt for his fans and American music fans in general. There isn't a single memorable melody here, the lyrics aren't clever in the least, the production is laughable, and the entire project has a "let's just get it over with" feel that's the most amateurish sound I have EVER heard released by a major record company. Paul Simon now joins Chuck Berry as major artists who are just sailing along, picking up dimes along the road, not caring whether the performance is good or bad...and that really hurts. Here's where Simon joins folks like Peter Paul and Mary as artists who once seemed important, but who, after their true skins were exposed, weren't really major stars at all.