Sixteen Again

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

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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