Sixteen Again
November 3, 2011 - by
It’s said that your favorite music will always be what you listened to when you were first steaming up car windows. The Kinks loom large in my soundtrack.
Last night I was transported back in time – in Charlotte, of all places – at a Ray Davies concert.
Nearly 50 years after “All Day and All of the Night,” “You Really Got Me Now” and the rest, Davies is still performing and crowd-pleasing. At 67, he gives us geezers hope and, for a couple of hours at least, sweet (and sometimes pained) memories of long ago.
Davies has remained a prolific songwriter/recorder, so I knew only about a third of the songs. Good thing; if I’d known them all, I’d have no voice left.
The only disturbing note was the portly, middle-aged men on the front row who rocked out throughout the concert. One bore a startling resemblance to Rep. Skip Stam, which was disturbing on many levels. I confirmed it wasn’t him, though.
Thanks to my wife and son (the two of them have now seen four of Ray’s concerts) for dragging my sometimes-reluctant ass along.
He is definitely not like everybody else.
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Sixteen Again
November 3, 2011/
It’s said that your favorite music will always be what you listened to when you were first steaming up car windows. The Kinks loom large in my soundtrack.
Last night I was transported back in time – in Charlotte, of all places – at a Ray Davies concert.
Nearly 50 years after “All Day and All of the Night,” “You Really Got Me Now” and the rest, Davies is still performing and crowd-pleasing. At 67, he gives us geezers hope and, for a couple of hours at least, sweet (and sometimes pained) memories of long ago.
Davies has remained a prolific songwriter/recorder, so I knew only about a third of the songs. Good thing; if I’d known them all, I’d have no voice left.
The only disturbing note was the portly, middle-aged men on the front row who rocked out throughout the concert. One bore a startling resemblance to Rep. Skip Stam, which was disturbing on many levels. I confirmed it wasn’t him, though.
Thanks to my wife and son (the two of them have now seen four of Ray’s concerts) for dragging my sometimes-reluctant ass along.
He is definitely not like everybody else.
Posted in General