Em seu novo bairro, Samantha notou uma garotinha solitária segurando uma sacola vermelha e parada no ponto de ônibus todas as noites. Algo parecia errado, mas ela deixou isso de lado. Uma manhã, ela encontrou a sacola vermelha da menina abandonada na porta de sua casa, carregando uma verdade esmagadora que a levou às lágrimas.
Quando me mudei para este pequeno bairro sonolento, pensei que finalmente estava tendo uma chance. Trinta e dois anos, solteiro e pronto para um novo começo.
Depois de oito anos trabalhando em uma redação caótica na cidade (onde notícias de última hora eram pontuadas pelo toque constante dos telefones, o barulho agressivo dos teclados e o zumbido perpétuo de ansiedade), o silêncio era como um cobertor quente e curativo que eu não sabia que precisava desesperadamente.
Uma mulher abrindo uma cortina | Fonte: Pexels
Minha nova rua era ladeada por antigas árvores de bordo com folhas verde-prateadas que sussurravam segredos antigos à mais leve brisa. As casas pareciam contadores de histórias desgastados pelo tempo. Algumas com tinta branca desbotada descascando nas bordas, outras com floreiras bem-arrumadas explodindo com flores do fim do verão.
Apenas um punhado de carros passava a cada dia, seu ronco suave mais como uma memória distante do que uma interrupção. Este era o tipo de lugar onde você redescobre a sinfonia esquecida da natureza… o chilrear dos pardais ao amanhecer, o farfalhar suave das folhas e o ocasional latido distante de um cachorro da vizinhança.
Na primeira noite aqui, enquanto eu desempacotava caixas cheias de restos da minha vida passada… Eu a notei. Uma garotinha parada sozinha no ponto de ônibus do outro lado da rua.
Uma menina solitária parada em um ponto de ônibus | Fonte: Midjourney
Ela não devia ter mais de oito anos e usava uma jaqueta vermelha desbotada que parecia dois tamanhos maior que ela, como se fosse uma herança ou um escudo deliberado contra algo mais do que apenas o frio da noite.
Seus pequenos dedos estavam protetoramente enrolados em uma bolsa vermelha, apertando-a contra o peito como se fosse seu bem mais precioso. Ela não parecia perdida, mas também não iria a lugar nenhum.
Ela apenas ficou ali, olhando… não exatamente para mim, mas para minha casa, seu olhar distante e cheio de emoções que nenhuma criança da idade dela deveria enfrentar.
Seus olhos, mesmo à distância, pareciam guardar histórias de solidão, de espera e de conversas silenciosas com memórias que os adultos jamais conseguiriam entender.
Uma mulher olhando pela janela | Fonte: Midjourney
Pensei que talvez ela estivesse esperando por alguém, então não pensei muito nisso naquela primeira noite. O mundo do jornalismo me ensinou a observar, mas nem sempre a intervir.
Mas na noite seguinte, ela estava lá novamente. Mesma hora. Mesmo lugar. Mesma bolsa vermelha. Sua quietude era ao mesmo tempo assombrosa e magnética.
Na terceira noite, a curiosidade me fez andar de um lado para o outro na sala de estar como um jornalista enjaulado perseguindo uma história elusiva. Eu me vi atraído para a janela, meu instinto profissional de investigar borbulhando sob minha pele.
Dei uma espiada, tentando parecer casual, tentando não parecer o recém-chegado desesperado para entender os ritmos não ditos do bairro.
Lá estava ela novamente. Imóvel. Atenta.
Uma menina em um ponto de ônibus | Fonte: Midjourney
“Tudo bem, Samantha”, murmurei para mim mesma, usando o mesmo tom que usaria ao abordar uma fonte relutante, “só pergunte se ela está bem”.
Abri a porta e saí, a varanda de madeira rangendo sob meus pés. Mas antes que eu pudesse gritar e transpor a distância silenciosa entre nós, ela se virou.
Em um movimento fluido, quase coreografado, ela saiu correndo pela rua, com sua bolsa vermelha quicando nas costas como uma bandeira de alerta.
Fiquei ali, me sentindo mais perdido do que ela parecia estar, observando sua pequena figura desaparecer no crepúsculo como um fantasma que escolheu o mistério em vez da explicação, e o silêncio em vez da conversa.
Foto em tons de cinza de uma menina correndo | Fonte: Pexels
A manhã seguinte começou como qualquer outra, a fraca luz do sol filtrando-se pela janela da minha cozinha, lançando longas sombras sobre o linóleo gasto. Eu estava na metade do meu cereal, os flocos de milho sem graça ficando encharcados no leite, quando algo chamou minha atenção pela janela.
Abri a porta e lá estava: a bolsa vermelha da menina, parada como uma sentinela silenciosa na minha porta.
Por um momento, eu apenas olhei para ele. A alça estava gasta e fina, com marcas de inúmeras viagens. Bordas desfiadas, cor desbotada e pequenas marcas de reparo que falavam de preservação cuidadosa. Eu me ajoelhei e o peguei, surpreso com seu peso.
“O que a bolsa dela está fazendo aqui?”, murmurei enquanto olhava ao redor, mas não havia sinal da garota.
Uma bolsa vermelha na porta | Fonte: Midjourney
Dentro da bolsa, descobri as criações mais delicadas que pareciam respirar imaginação. Casas de brinquedo feitas de tampinhas de garrafa, seus telhados cuidadosamente cortados e dobrados, e janelas desenhadas com o que parecia um lápis curto.
Bonecas feitas de retalhos de tecido, suas roupas descombinadas, mas costuradas com incrível precisão, cada uma única e imperfeitamente perfeita. Carros minúsculos montados com pedaços de arame, rodas girando com potencial e chassis contando histórias de sonhos mecânicos.
Elas eram lindas de uma forma que transcendia o artesanato.
No fundo da bolsa havia um pedaço dobrado de papel de caderno, as bordas gastas e levemente amassadas. A caligrafia era irregular, como se tivesse sido escrita às pressas, com mãozinhas trêmulas carregando o peso de uma imensa responsabilidade:
“Meu nome é Libbie. Eu faço esses brinquedos para pagar os remédios da minha avó. Ela está muito doente, e eu não sei o que fazer. Não tenho mais ninguém porque minha mãe e meu pai morreram em um acidente de carro há três meses. Por favor, se puder, compre-os. Obrigada.”
Uma mulher emocionada lendo uma carta | Fonte: Midjourney
Meu peito apertou e lágrimas encheram meus olhos. Imaginei seu pequeno corpo parado naquele ponto de ônibus, sua bolsa vermelha cheia de esperança… esperando. Não apenas esperando por um cliente em potencial, mas esperando que alguém a visse e entendesse sua luta.
Essas poucas linhas revelaram um universo de perda, coragem e uma criança forçada a se tornar adulta da noite para o dia. Não hesitei. Com as mãos trêmulas, peguei minha carteira e enfiei todo o dinheiro que tinha na bolsa, não como uma transação, mas como um pequeno ato de conexão humana.
Então, com uma reverência geralmente reservada a artefatos preciosos, tirei cuidadosamente cada brinquedo e os coloquei na minha mesa de cozinha. Eles pareciam brilhar na luz da manhã, cada um um pequeno milagre de resiliência.
Eu mal sabia que esse era apenas o começo da história de Libbie… e minha.
Uma boneca sobre uma mesa | Fonte: Pexels
Esperei a garota aparecer naquela noite, com o coração acelerado.
Então, um leve ruído de passos quebrou o silêncio do meu quintal. Espiei pelas persianas e a vi agachada perto da minha porta como uma criatura assustada da floresta. Ela parecia tão pequena e tão frágil na luz da noite, seu suéter rosa enorme a fazia parecer ainda mais diminuta.
“Olá”, chamei gentilmente, saindo com lentidão deliberada, “está tudo bem. Você não precisa correr dessa vez.”
Sua cabeça se levantou de repente, olhos arregalados com um medo que parecia mais profundo do que a cautela típica de uma criança. Aqueles olhos… eles tinham visto muito, carregado muitos fardos.
Uma menina triste olhando para alguém | Fonte: Midjourney
Por um momento de parar o coração, pensei que ela poderia disparar novamente, seu corpo enrolado como uma mola pronta para escapar. A dor da perda estava gravada em cada linha de seu pequeno corpo como uma armadura protetora que ela aprendera a usar desde que perdeu seus pais.
“Espere”, eu disse, estendendo minhas mãos em um gesto universal de paz, palmas abertas e visíveis. “Eu só quero conversar. Não tenha medo, pequena.”
Seu olhar ia da bolsa vermelha em suas mãos trêmulas até meu rosto, procurando, calculando e tentando determinar se eu era uma ameaça ou um aliado em potencial.
“Eu não queria incomodar você”, ela gaguejou.
“Você não está me incomodando”, respondi suavemente, minha voz intencionalmente gentil, tentando transmitir segurança e calor. “Entre. Tenho biscoitos e leite morno. Você gostaria de um pouco?”
Uma mulher emocional | Fonte: Midjourney
Algo mudou naquele momento. Seus ombros — aqueles ombros minúsculos que estavam carregando o peso da sobrevivência de uma família inteira — cederam um pouco. O menor indício de vulnerabilidade surgiu, como um broto tenro rompendo o solo endurecido.
Ela assentiu. Foi um movimento simples, quase imperceptível, mas falou muito sobre sua necessidade desesperada por gentileza. E assim, uma ponte começou a se formar entre dois estranhos, construída sobre a frágil fundação da compaixão humana.
Lá dentro, Libbie estava sentada à mesa da minha cozinha, seu pequeno corpo ofuscado pela cadeira enorme. Ela segurava a caneca de leite morno com as duas mãos, seus dedos, pequenos e levemente calejados de brinquedos de artesanato, enrolados firmemente em volta da cerâmica.
Uma criança segurando uma caneca de leite | Fonte: Midjourney
Cada mordida no biscoito parecia calculada, como se ela tivesse medo de que a comida desaparecesse de repente.
“Por que você simplesmente não bateu em vez de deixar sua bolsa na minha porta?”, perguntei gentilmente.
Ela deu de ombros e seus olhos permaneceram fixos em seu colo, incapaz de encontrar os meus. “Eu vi você me observando da janela. Eu pensei… talvez você fosse legal. Mas às vezes, as pessoas me afastam quando tento vender os brinquedos. Elas dizem que estou incomodando-as.” As palavras saíram com uma pontada de esperança e resignação que nenhuma criança deveria conhecer.
“Querida”, eu disse, a palavra escapando instintivamente.
Sua cabeça se levantou rapidamente, e naquele instante, algo profundo aconteceu. Seu lábio tremeu, não apenas de tristeza, mas com uma mistura complexa de amor lembrado e dor atual.
“Minha mãe costumava me chamar assim”, ela sussurrou, seus olhos brilhando com lágrimas não derramadas… memórias líquidas de uma vida que de repente foi roubada dela.
Uma menina de coração partido | Fonte: Midjourney
Meu coração doeu por essa pequena. “Bem, sua mãe parece ter sido uma pessoa gentil.”
Libbie assentiu, um pequeno movimento que carregava todo o peso de sua perda. “Ela era a melhor. Meu pai também. Toda manhã, íamos juntos ao ponto de ônibus. Ele me levava para a escola. E toda noite, minha mãe nos esperava lá. Eu… eu simplesmente gosto de ficar ali. Isso me faz sentir como se eles ainda estivessem aqui… ao meu redor.”
A crueza de suas palavras me cortou. A tentativa de uma criança de se agarrar às memórias, de manter seus pais vivos da única maneira que ela sabia… recriando a rotina deles, ficando naquele ponto de ônibus e se recusando a deixar ir.
Uma mulher emocionada olhando para alguém | Fonte: Midjourney
Estendi a mão por cima da mesa e cobri sua mãozinha com a minha. “Você não está sozinha, Libbie. Estou aqui, e nós vamos resolver isso. Juntos.”
Naquele exato momento, algo mudou. Não apenas entre nós, mas dentro do próprio tecido do que família poderia significar. Um ano depois, tudo estava diferente e transformado pela graça inesperada da compaixão.
Casei-me com meu namorado de longa data, Dave, e juntos adotamos Libbie. Ela trouxe uma sinfonia de vida para nossa casa. Sua risada ecoou por cômodos que antes eram silenciosos e sua curiosidade infinita pintou cores em cada canto.
A maneira como ela se dedicou a criar aqueles pequenos brinquedos que não eram mais apenas um mecanismo de sobrevivência, mas uma bela expressão de criatividade.
Uma menina alegre segurando um ursinho de pelúcia | Fonte: Midjourney
Sua avó, Macy, ainda está conosco, vivendo confortavelmente com cuidados 24 horas por dia que administramos em conjunto. Seus tratamentos médicos, antes uma preocupação desesperada, agora são uma responsabilidade familiar compartilhada.
E Libbie? Ela não está apenas sobrevivendo… ela está prosperando. De volta à escola, sua mochila agora está cheia de livros de potencial e promessa em vez de preocupações e estratégias de sobrevivência.
Dave e eu a ajudamos a montar um pequeno site para seus brinquedos. Descobrimos algo mágico: as pessoas não compram apenas objetos, elas investem em histórias. Suas criações artesanais se tornaram mais do que meros brinquedos. Elas se tornaram símbolos de resiliência.
Cada centavo que ela ganha vai para os cuidados de sua avó, transformando sua estratégia de sobrevivência na infância em um lindo ato de amor.
Uma criança colocando uma moeda em um cofrinho | Fonte: Midjourney
Algumas noites, eu a encontrava no ponto de ônibus novamente, parada em silêncio, segurando sua nova bolsa vermelha, uma bolsa diferente agora, mas ainda vermelha, e ainda simbólica. Quando perguntei por que ela continua esse ritual, ela sorriu e disse: “É bom lembrar dos bons momentos. Mas é ainda melhor saber que posso voltar para casa para você.”
E toda vez que ela diz isso, eu lembro daquela primeira noite em que a vi… uma garotinha solitária com uma bolsa vermelha, esperando em um ponto de ônibus que parecia existir entre a memória e a esperança. Eu me pergunto como o universo conspira para criar conexões tão profundas, e como um encontro casual pode redefinir o significado de família.
Algumas histórias não são escritas. Elas são descobertas… um momento de cada vez.
Uma mulher abraçando uma menina | Fonte: Pexels
Aqui está outra história : um menino que se recusou a aceitar o amor de sua mãe adotiva durante toda a vida ficou arrasado ao ler a última carta que ela escreveu para ele no túmulo dela.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
Carly Simon finally says who “You’re So Vain” is written about, confirms what we knew all along
With two successful albums in the span of only nine months, Simon soon found herself solidified as a famous and immensely popular singer/songwriter. In 1971, she received a Grammy Award for Best New Artist of the Year, and additionally one nomination in the “Best Pop Female Vocalist” category.
Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain”
In November of 1972, Carly Simon released her third album, and it was intended to be her big commercial breakthrough. No Secrets spent five weeks at No. 1 on the US Billboard 200 chart and quickly achieved gold status.
It was a great album that spread all over the world, spending weeks and weeks on the top of the charts in countries like Norway, Australia and Canada. But it was one song in particular – the third on the album – that would change her life forever.
You’re So Vain was the song that most people reference when talking of Carly Simon. It was a smash-hit right away, and throughout the years, it’s grown even bigger and bigger.
The song is currently ranked at No. 92 on Billboard‘s Greatest Songs of All-Time list. In 2014, it was voted as number as no 216 when Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) asked the question of the best songs of the century. That same year, it was crowned as the ultimate song of the 1970’s by the UK Official Charts Company.
The album was recorded at the famous Trident Studios in London, England, where bands like The Beatles recorded The White Album and David Bowie made Space Oddity.
You’re So Vain – recording
You’re So Vain also held plenty of secrets when it was released, and for many years it was the subject of one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. But we’ll get to that soon.
Firstly, Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger is uncredited on the song, even though he sings on the chorus.
At the time of the recording, several other famous artists were at the Trident Studios, and the likes of Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney, legendary record producer George Martin, and Harry Nilsson watched her record. Actually, McCartney himself pitched in to guest star with background vocals.
And then there was Mick Jagger. Carly Simon wrote in her memoir that he actually invited himself to the recording. Jagger had pursued her in London and called Trident Studios once he understood she was there.
“It was shortly after midnight. Mick and I, we were close together – the same height, same coloring, same lips,” Simon writes.
“I felt as if I was trying to stay within a pink gravity that was starting to loosen its silky grip on me. I was thrilled by the proximity, remembering all the times I had spent imitating him in front of my closet mirror.”
As mentioned, You’re So Vain was a rock ‘n’ roll mystery. It’s always fun to know the background story of a song, wether its about a certain event, a person, or if that one line is a reference for something special.
You’re So Vain – who is it about?
In Carly Simon’s case, no one knew who You’re So Vain was about.
Some guessed – and had conspiracy theories – that the song was about Mick Jagger. Sure, there was a pretty clear connection between the two, especially since he actually sang on the record.
But no, it turns out the rumours were wrong. The truth is that You’re So Vain – at least the second verse – is about one-time Hollywood lothario Warren Beatty, whom she dated briefly in the early 1970’s.
“You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair.
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.
Clouds in my coffee”.
In her memoir, Carly revealed that the song was also about two other people, but she won’t reveal who they were.
“I don’t think so,” she told People. “At least until they know it’s about them.”
“Probably, if we were sitting over at dinner and I said: ‘remember that time you walked into the party and…’ I don’t know if I’ll do it. I never thought I would admit that it was more than one person.”
Simon dated Warren Beatty for a short while in the ’70s, and described him as a “glorious specimen” who put all other men “to shame, if looks and charm were what you were after.”
Carly Simon – James Taylor
So what about Carly Simon’s love life besides Warren? Well, she’s been married once, to singer/songwriter James Taylor.
They had met briefly as children, and then again in her dressing room in 1971. She described the latter meeting in her book. Taylor was there together with his then-girlfriend Joni Mitchell.
“He was barefoot, long-legged, long-footed – and is knees were bent,” she wrote in her memoir.
”He wore dark red, loose, wide-wale corduroys and a long-sleeved Henley with one button open, his right hand clutching a self-rule cigarette. His hair, simultaneously shiny and disheveled, fell evenly on both sides of his head, and he wore a scruffy, understated mustache, the kind so fashionable back in the yearly 1970s. He seemed both kempt and unkempt. Even sprawled out on the floor, everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something – the core of an apple, the center of a note.”
Carly Simon and James Taylor started dating later the same year and tied the knot in November of 1972. 11 years later, the couple divorced, but it wasn’t just because they didn’t have the same love for each other anymore.
Carly Simon – children
Simon explained that it mostly had to do with drugs. They had two children, now grown up and working in the music business. Daughter Sally Taylor is 46 years old and Ben Taylor’s 43.
Her memoir Boys in the Trees pretty much ends with her marriage to James Taylor. Her son hasn’t read the book. But her daughter has.
“I think he would feel more conflicted than Sally did,” Simon told ABC in 2016. “I had told her almost everything, but when she read it all together, she was just so amazed. She said, ‘I’m so proud of you for being able to tell it like it is for you.’”
Carly Simon was later engaged to musician Russ Kunkel in 1985. She married writer James Hart in December 1987, but the couple divorced in 2007.
Carly Simon, now 75 years of age, continued making music for many years to come. And, as a by-product, continued to win several awards for her trophy cabinet.
Her 1977 worldwide hit Nobody Does It Better was the theme song of the Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. It’s considered by many to be one of the greatest Bond anthems of all time.
Hall of Fame entry
In 1988, she released the song Let The River Run, first featured in the 1988 movie Working Girl. With the song, she became the first singer ever to win three major awards for a single track: an Academy Award, a Grammy and a Golden Globe.
Six years later, in 1994, Carly was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Carly Simon lived a happy life during the 1960s and 1970s. She sure is a legendary singer with a legacy that will live on forever.
Thank you for all the wonderful music, Carly, and we hope to hear more in the future.
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When Carly Simon wrote the song You’re So Vain, her career changed forever, and yet the song remains one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. Who is the person Simon is singing about?
Well, Carly herself has revealed who the classic song is about.
The 1970’s sure was a time for great music. During the 1960’s, bands like The Beatles had conquered the world, and now it was time for the likes of Bob Dylan and others to take over.
Carly Simon – singer/songwriter
One of those who did just that was Carly Simon. The wonderful singer/songwriter became one of the most popular artists when her career began to grow in the early 1970’s.
We’ve all heard You’re so Vain and various other classics from the New Yorker. But what about her life? And who was You’re so Vain actually about? This is the story of the wonderful Carly Simon.
Carly Simon was born on June 25, 1945, in New York City, the youngest daughter of an upper-class New York family. Her father Richard Simon was the co-founder of the Simon & Schuster publishing company.
Carly Simon – childhood
Now, Carly’s childhood wasn’t exactly perfect. As a third daughter, she often felt inadequate. Did her parents really want her?
“After two daughters he’d been counting on a son, a male successor to be named Carl. When I was born, he and Mommy simply added a y to the word, like an accusing chromosome: Carly,” she said.
When she was just 7 or 8 years old, Carly experienced a string of disturbing sexual encounters with a teenage boy.
“I didn’t realize that I was being used,” she said in an interview with USA Today. “I thought of myself as being in love with him. I’m sure a lot of girls go through the same thing.”
As a young girl, Carly got to see what the music industry was all about. But it would be some time before she would become the sensation she was.
Simon split her time between her family’s townhouse in Greenwich Village, New York and a wonderful estate in Stamford, Connecticut. The estate in Stamford saw the young girl surrounded by celebrities like Albert Einstein and Eleanor Roosevelt.
The Simon family were also good friends of legendary baseball player Jackie Robinson, who soon would take Carly under his wing. Jackie Robinson and his family lived in the Stamford house while their own home was under construction.
Befriended Jackie Robinson
She got to sit in the dugout at the old Ebbets Field in Brooklyn – home of the then-Brooklyn Dodgers. Soon, she became the unofficial mascot of the team.
“Jackie even taught me how to bat lefty, though it never took”, Simon wrote in her memoir Boys in the Trees (2015).
“He always had the cutest look around the side of his mouth, as if he were thinking about what he was about to say before he said it.”
However, the family would go through a tragedy. Simon’s father was strong-armed out of his own company, and died in 1960, just before his daughter’s 16th birthday.
For her part, Carly showed an early interest in music. She started singing together with brother Joey – who later became a successful writer, writing the music for the Broadway show The Secret Garden – but later, it was her and her sister who would go on to pursue a career in the business.
As Carly wrote on her website, she and sister Lucy taught themselves three chords on the guitar and hitch-hiked up to Provincetown, MA in the summer of 1964.
The Simon Sisters – as they called themselves – sang at a local bar called The Moors, with a repertoar consisting of folk music, as well as some of their own songs.
Touring with sister Lucy
Carly Simon and Lucy were eventually signed to Kapp Records and played a couple of clubs in Greenwich Village, opening for early comedians Woody Allen and Dick Cavett, among others, and even played in the UK.
In her memoir, Simon recalls the boat trip across the Atlantic heading home.
They were on the same boat as Sean Connery, and Carly and her sister ended up spending the trip with the actor. At that point, of course, no one could realize or even imagine that Carly would write a Bond theme song 12 years later.
The sister duo released three albums in the 1960s before Lucy left to get married.
Carly Simon was on her own, but still determined to forge a career in the music industry. However, her career had a slow start. She started working as a summer-camp counselor and as a secretary on a TV show.
Carly’s career
In February of 1971, Simon released her debut album Carly Simon. The song That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be – an anti-marriage-song – became her first hit, reaching No. 10 on the Billboard Hot 100 list.
In October, later the same year, Simon released her second album, Anticipation. By now, things had really started to blow up. Her album went gold in two years and contained the smash hit Anticipation, which peaked at No. 13 on the Billboard pop singles chart and also at No. 3 on the Billboard Adult Contemporary chart in the United States.
According to herself, Simon wrote the song in just 15 minutes while waiting for Cat Stevens at her place, whom she was dating at the time and had made dinner for. When he arrived, the song was ready, but the date only lasted a short while.
“He gave me whispers and drawings of Blake poems,” Carly Simon said. “He told me about his childhood, his mixed Greek and Swedish parents, and we made a connection that has lasted.”
With two successful albums in the span of only nine months, Simon soon found herself solidified as a famous and immensely popular singer/songwriter. In 1971, she received a Grammy Award for Best New Artist of the Year, and additionally one nomination in the “Best Pop Female Vocalist” category.
Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain”
In November of 1972, Carly Simon released her third album, and it was intended to be her big commercial breakthrough. No Secrets spent five weeks at No. 1 on the US Billboard 200 chart and quickly achieved gold status.
It was a great album that spread all over the world, spending weeks and weeks on the top of the charts in countries like Norway, Australia and Canada. But it was one song in particular – the third on the album – that would change her life forever.
You’re So Vain was the song that most people reference when talking of Carly Simon. It was a smash-hit right away, and throughout the years, it’s grown even bigger and bigger.
The song is currently ranked at No. 92 on Billboard‘s Greatest Songs of All-Time list. In 2014, it was voted as number as no 216 when Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) asked the question of the best songs of the century. That same year, it was crowned as the ultimate song of the 1970’s by the UK Official Charts Company.
The album was recorded at the famous Trident Studios in London, England, where bands like The Beatles recorded The White Album and David Bowie made Space Oddity.
You’re So Vain – recording
You’re So Vain also held plenty of secrets when it was released, and for many years it was the subject of one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. But we’ll get to that soon.
Firstly, Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger is uncredited on the song, even though he sings on the chorus.
At the time of the recording, several other famous artists were at the Trident Studios, and the likes of Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney, legendary record producer George Martin, and Harry Nilsson watched her record. Actually, McCartney himself pitched in to guest star with background vocals.
And then there was Mick Jagger. Carly Simon wrote in her memoir that he actually invited himself to the recording. Jagger had pursued her in London and called Trident Studios once he understood she was there.
“It was shortly after midnight. Mick and I, we were close together – the same height, same coloring, same lips,” Simon writes.
“I felt as if I was trying to stay within a pink gravity that was starting to loosen its silky grip on me. I was thrilled by the proximity, remembering all the times I had spent imitating him in front of my closet mirror.”
As mentioned, You’re So Vain was a rock ‘n’ roll mystery. It’s always fun to know the background story of a song, wether its about a certain event, a person, or if that one line is a reference for something special.
You’re So Vain – who is it about?
In Carly Simon’s case, no one knew who You’re So Vain was about.
Some guessed – and had conspiracy theories – that the song was about Mick Jagger. Sure, there was a pretty clear connection between the two, especially since he actually sang on the record.
But no, it turns out the rumours were wrong. The truth is that You’re So Vain – at least the second verse – is about one-time Hollywood lothario Warren Beatty, whom she dated briefly in the early 1970’s.
“You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair.
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.
Clouds in my coffee”.
In her memoir, Carly revealed that the song was also about two other people, but she won’t reveal who they were.
“I don’t think so,” she told People. “At least until they know it’s about them.”
“Probably, if we were sitting over at dinner and I said: ‘remember that time you walked into the party and…’ I don’t know if I’ll do it. I never thought I would admit that it was more than one person.”
Simon dated Warren Beatty for a short while in the ’70s, and described him as a “glorious specimen” who put all other men “to shame, if looks and charm were what you were after.”
Carly Simon – James Taylor
So what about Carly Simon’s love life besides Warren? Well, she’s been married once, to singer/songwriter James Taylor.
They had met briefly as children, and then again in her dressing room in 1971. She described the latter meeting in her book. Taylor was there together with his then-girlfriend Joni Mitchell.
“He was barefoot, long-legged, long-footed – and is knees were bent,” she wrote in her memoir.
”He wore dark red, loose, wide-wale corduroys and a long-sleeved Henley with one button open, his right hand clutching a self-rule cigarette. His hair, simultaneously shiny and disheveled, fell evenly on both sides of his head, and he wore a scruffy, understated mustache, the kind so fashionable back in the yearly 1970s. He seemed both kempt and unkempt. Even sprawled out on the floor, everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something – the core of an apple, the center of a note.”
Carly Simon and James Taylor started dating later the same year and tied the knot in November of 1972. 11 years later, the couple divorced, but it wasn’t just because they didn’t have the same love for each other anymore.
Carly Simon – children
Simon explained that it mostly had to do with drugs. They had two children, now grown up and working in the music business. Daughter Sally Taylor is 46 years old and Ben Taylor’s 43.
Her memoir Boys in the Trees pretty much ends with her marriage to James Taylor. Her son hasn’t read the book. But her daughter has.
“I think he would feel more conflicted than Sally did,” Simon told ABC in 2016. “I had told her almost everything, but when she read it all together, she was just so amazed. She said, ‘I’m so proud of you for being able to tell it like it is for you.’”
Carly Simon was later engaged to musician Russ Kunkel in 1985. She married writer James Hart in December 1987, but the couple divorced in 2007.
Carly Simon, now 75 years of age, continued making music for many years to come. And, as a by-product, continued to win several awards for her trophy cabinet.
Her 1977 worldwide hit Nobody Does It Better was the theme song of the Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. It’s considered by many to be one of the greatest Bond anthems of all time.
Hall of Fame entry
In 1988, she released the song Let The River Run, first featured in the 1988 movie Working Girl. With the song, she became the first singer ever to win three major awards for a single track: an Academy Award, a Grammy and a Golden Globe.
Six years later, in 1994, Carly was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Carly Simon lived a happy life during the 1960s and 1970s. She sure is a legendary singer with a legacy that will live on forever.
Thank you for all the wonderful music, Carly, and we hope to hear more in the future.
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