The veteran singer-songwriter Carly Simon hasn't performed live since a 2018 Tibet House benefit at Carnegie Hall, and she hasn't released an album of new songs since 2008's This Kind Of Love. She did not attend her Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame induction in 2022. Last month, however, Simon announced a new album called Comes In Waves, and she shared the lead single "Howl." Now, Simon has revealed the reason for her return: She's dealing with Parkinson's disease and the form of skin cancer known as basal cell carcinoma. If she's going to release any more music, she has to do it now.
The 83-year-old Simon revealed her diagnoses in a letter that she posted on Instagram. In that statement, she writes bravely and candidly about the effects of Parkinson's, a degenerative condition that can be treated but not cured. (My dad died of Parkinson's. It fucking sucks.) She also says that her appearance has been affected since the skin cancer was removed from her face: "I have always been more critical of my appearance than anyone else could possibly imagine (check out the irony of having written 'You’re So Vain.'), and this gave my inner critic quite a lot of new material."
Simon writes eloquently about how difficult it is to do anything when you're fighting Parkinson's, but she notes that she hasn't stopped working. She says that her upcoming LP Comes In Waves consists of songs and fragments that "had been waiting for me, some for years" and that she'd been saving them for an unknown point when she'd have time to finish them: "Apparently, that future is now." You can read the full text of Simon's letter below.
So many people have written to me, kindly wondering about my relative silence, asking how I am and what I have been doing. The truth is, I’ve been learning how to live with Parkinson’s disease.
It has taken me some time to understand the diagnosis, to adjust to it, and to decide how much I wanted to say about it publicly. Parkinson’s is different for everyone, and it can be unpredictable. Some days I’m so tired I can’t get the day moving at all. On others, it gives me a little more room to move, think, work, and feel like myself.
The problems began with arthritis in both knees and one hip. I eventually had all three joints replaced, out with the old and in with delicate bouquets of metal and plastic. After three replacement surgeries, I assumed my difficulty walking was simply an unfortunate and rather ironic part of the recovery process.
But my mobility continued to worsen. I had trouble standing up from low chairs and deep couches without someone offering me an arm. Overstuffed furniture became my enemy. Once seated, I could feel as though I had been swallowed by the chair and might remain there permanently, like a guest who had badly overstayed her welcome.
Eventually, there were periods when I could not walk without considerable help. My family and I knew that something more was going on. After an extensive evaluation at the Mayo Clinic, I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s.
I began treatment, including taking medication to help with stiffness and other symptoms. There is no tidy or predictable schedule to the illness. It does not consult my calendar before deciding what kind of day I am going to have.
Parkinson’s is usually associated with movement, tremors, and balance, but it can affect much more than the body. It can bring anxiety, depression, exhaustion, and apathy. The apathy is particularly strange. You can find yourself lying there like a starfish drying in the sun, arms pointing in all directions, while nothing inside is telling you to get up, read, watch, write, sing, call someone, or do much of anything at all.
That has been one of the hardest things to explain. It is not simply sadness or laziness. It is as though the part of the brain that sends out invitations to participate in life has temporarily misplaced the guest list.
During this same period, I was also treated for basal cell carcinoma on my face. The cancer was removed, but the surgery affected my appearance and made me more self-conscious about being seen in public. I have always been more critical of my appearance than anyone else could possibly imagine (check out the irony of having written “You’re So Vain.”), and this gave my inner critic quite a lot of new material.
Between my mobility issues, the Parkinson’s diagnosis, the surgery, and the emotional effects of it all, withdrawing from public view was the most palatable reaction. If a person is allowed to hibernate during both winter and summer, then I have become an all-season bear.
But I have not stopped living, and I have not stopped working.
In the middle of all this, I began recording a new album, Comes in Waves. That still feels mysterious to me. Music has always known when to arrive. It has rescued me more times that I can count. It is like a cat or dog that quietly appears beside you when it senses you are not quite yourself.
The album includes songs and fragments of songs that had been waiting for me, some for years. There were melodies, verses, and ideas written down and tucked away for some unknown future when I would have the time and attention to finish them.
Apparently, that future is now.
Working on the music gave shape to days that did not always have much shape. It gave me somewhere to go without having to leave the room. It reminded me that illness can change your life without becoming the whole of your life.
I do not consider Parkinson’s a gift or a blessing. It is neither. It is difficult, frustrating, and sometimes frightening. I am still learning how to live with it and how to accept it without feeling that I have surrendered something essential.
I am still writing, singing, imagining, laughing, worrying, remembering, and occasionally getting trapped in an overstuffed chair.
I am deeply grateful to my children, my family, my friends, my caregivers, and the medical professionals who have helped me through this. Their love and patience have carried me through days when my own reserves were not enough.
I wanted to share this now because so many people have reached out with genuine concern. I am touched by that concern, even when I have not known how to respond.
These days I move more slowly, I lean on others more than I once did, and I have learned to accept that every day will look a little different. But I am still very much here.
With love, Carly
Comes In Waves is out 8/14. The album includes one of the final recordings from the late rapper and producer John Forté, whose prison sentence was commuted after years of advocacy by Simon.
