X-Ray The Kinks lead singer and songwriter tells the story of his life and career to a nameless writer hired by "the Corporation" to be the rock singer's biographer, offering a vivid account of London, the swinging 1960s rock scene, and such fellow musicians as the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Who, and others. Reprint. Full description
The Kinks : after two duds the hits started. They had 13 UK top ten hits between 1964 and 1970 including 3 No 1s and 3 No 2s. A much loved band. (In America, not so much – 4 top ten hits, no number ones.) I revere the great singles acts and in the 60s The Kinks were the number three group after Beatles and Stones. (Number four was The Who, the competition was fierce in those days.) Not only were the hits almost all great, the flipsides often were too. Here is the roll call
You Really Got Me (prot
The Kinks : after two duds the hits started. They had 13 UK top ten hits between 1964 and 1970 including 3 No 1s and 3 No 2s. A much loved band. (In America, not so much – 4 top ten hits, no number ones.) I revere the great singles acts and in the 60s The Kinks were the number three group after Beatles and Stones. (Number four was The Who, the competition was fierce in those days.) Not only were the hits almost all great, the flipsides often were too. Here is the roll call
You Really Got Me (proto-metal, definitely)
All Day and all of the Night
Tired of Waiting for You
Everybody’s Gonna be Happy
Set me Free
See my Friend (Indian drones consciously used, mid-1965)
Til the End of the Day
Dedicated Follower of Fashion (complete change of style and an extraordinarily camp vocal, George Formby crossed with Quentin Crisp)
Sunny Afternoon (skewering the rich)
Dead End Street (lamenting the poor)
Waterloo Sunset (often turns up as Britain’s favourite ever single, and I can see why, it is nearly mine)
Death of a Clown (Dave Davies solo single but written by Ray and a Kinks single in all but name – I love this one – actually, I love all of these)
Autumn Almanac (celebrating the opposite of rock and roll, the ordinary)
Wonderboy
Days
Victoria
Lola (all together now : "boys will be girls and girls will be boys, it's a mixed up muddled up shook up world")
Plus these delicious flips :
Sittin’ on my Sofa
I’m not like everybody else
Big Black Smoke
Act Nice and Gentle
Mister Pleasant
Pretty Polly
The internet is awash with music fans who yell out inappropriately “The Kinks were better than the Beatles – yah!” and then dash from the room, wagging their bare bottoms at you as they speed by. Well, that’s just crazy talk, the Kinks couldn’t put a great album together if their lives depended on it, and when they tried they came up with painful cringemaking titles like “Lola vs Powerman and the Moneygoround” ooh, ouch, such trenchant satire. The album did Ray Davies a disservice by exposing him as a writer who could not get out from under his thin and uninteresting obsessions. But that’s as may be. Fans like to argue. I know I do.
This book is a peculiar cup of tea. I was interested in it because a) I want to hear the story of the above glory years and all the stuff about making these great records from the horse’s mouth; and b) I heard this horse writes pretty well. So I skipped over the early stuff and looked for You Really Got Me which doesn’t get mentioned until page 140. That’s a lot of pre-fame days to get through. The whole thing is written as if by a journalist interviewing Raymond Douglas, as he is referred to, so it’s very-slightly-fictionalised. And the book does trail away quickly after the 60s, and ends after 1973. So really, we are getting 200 pages of detail about 1964-1970. This is what I wanted! Great! Not so fast. It turns out that Raymond Douglas had a pretty miserable time of it. His story parallels John Lennon – both got married and had a kid just when their fame and success was exploding. Both knew after a couple of years that the marriage might have been a bit hasty. Both were pulled between the soporific pleasures of domesticity
Ray Davies : But I am so lazy, don’t want to wander, I stay at home at night
John Lennon : Keeping an eye on the world going by my window, lying there and staring at the ceiling
And the life of the wild young rocking dissidents they thought they either really were or should be
Ray Davies : And I don't want to live my life like everybody else,
And I won’t say that I feel fine like everybody else,
Cause I’m not like everybody else,
John Lennon : Living is easy with eyes closed misunderstanding all you see
Both ended up in suburbia with big houses, wife, kid, the whole bit, while their main partners in the band (Dave Davies, McCartney) lived the life they thought they should be living. RD’s story is kind of a long long downer, filled not with the joys of the particoloured 60s counterculture but with page after page of managers, promoters, court cases, accountants, pressure from within, pressure from without, all circulating round the one central question : where’s my money? He does not tell me about the stuff I was interested in – the dynamics of a successful band, working with your wild & crazy younger brother (Dave Davies, who rates a handful of anecdotes and that’s it), what happened in the 70s – indeed, what happens when the hits go away, like they did for a few 60s songwriters – John Sebastian, John Phillips, Roy Orbison, Bob Gaudio - what he thought of his contemporaries, and so on. It’s a real navel-gazer of a book. But it does have a wry, laddish verbal felicity at times – as for instance here :
On the outskirts of Manchester was a private boarding house run by a raunchy widow who must have been in her late forties. I remember her always being somewhat scantily clad, in a see-through dressing-gown under which were equally revealing undies. She must have been a trim craft in her day, and although there were lumps where there shouldn’t have been on her body, and her legs displayed a few broken blood vessels at the back, her breasts were delightfully plump and bounced about freely above her paunch.
Rock and roll ungallantly meets the saucy seaside postcard from the 1930s (who still uses the word “undies”?!)
I don’t know what to rate this book, I'm not that sure I liked it so much, so I’m copping out with a 3.
I always get rankled when I hear people (especially "professionals"-whatever that means) Saying that "So-and-So is the greatest writer, or artist, or singer, or Tea-cozy collector, etc. of all time", based solely on their own personal tastes and assumptions, rather than saying logically and correctly that "So-and-So is THEIR PERSONAL FAVORITE Jai-Alai referree, (ad infinitum)".
That being said, Ray Davies, IS THE GREATEST BRITISH SONGWRITER OF ALL TIME. Simple as that. His "unauthorized autobiogr
I always get rankled when I hear people (especially "professionals"-whatever that means) Saying that "So-and-So is the greatest writer, or artist, or singer, or Tea-cozy collector, etc. of all time", based solely on their own personal tastes and assumptions, rather than saying logically and correctly that "So-and-So is THEIR PERSONAL FAVORITE Jai-Alai referree, (ad infinitum)".
That being said, Ray Davies, IS THE GREATEST BRITISH SONGWRITER OF ALL TIME. Simple as that. His "unauthorized autobiography", (so called do to its being written in a half-baked Orwellian dystopia style, In the third person) mainly attests to this fact. It illuminates many of the man's greatest achievements (Didja know that "Sunny Afternoon" was written in the middle of a nervous breakdown? Ta!) And also pulls no punches concerning the man's character--He's a musical genius, He's English, and he's (gasp) a total prick. Big surprise. A better title for this book would've been "Tea and Blowjobs", because well, many pages are spent discussing those beloved pastimes.
I'ts flawed, Brilliant and catchy, just like his music.
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This may be the unhappiest rock memoir I've ever read.
First, a confession: I love the Kinks. The Beatles will always come first, but the Kinks will likely always be closer to my heart. The Beatles are a miracle, rising to perfection; the Kinks are a goddamned gift, that sometimes wearying companion who, nonetheless, is The One, capable of reaching you in ways that go deep into your soul. Or perhaps I should say in "Days" that go deep into your soul?
Anyway, so here's Raymond Douglas Davies c. 199
This may be the unhappiest rock memoir I've ever read.
First, a confession: I love the Kinks. The Beatles will always come first, but the Kinks will likely always be closer to my heart. The Beatles are a miracle, rising to perfection; the Kinks are a goddamned gift, that sometimes wearying companion who, nonetheless, is The One, capable of reaching you in ways that go deep into your soul. Or perhaps I should say in "Days" that go deep into your soul?
Anyway, so here's Raymond Douglas Davies c. 1997. He is a character in his own memoir, a wizened, curmudgeonly coot spinning tales and anecdotes for a young visitor from The Corporation who's been assigned to write his life story. Ray doesn't trust The Corporation. The Corporation, whether in the form of managers or producers or headmasters or the hand of fate, has sucked him dry. (It's not for nothing that most of the chapter titles are taken from "Muswell Hillbillies," perhaps the Kinks' most middle-fingered album.)
The deliberate distance -- the glibness -- made me frustrated, the same way hearing "Destroyer" frustrates me, because I know you're better than that, Ray. And yet it's refreshing to read a rock memoir that isn't all about being grateful for the fans and the women and the money.
Ray lost a sister when he was young; you get the feeling that he'd give back the whole career to have her back. He also watched his sister Rosie, as in "Rosie Won't You Please Come Home," move to Australia with her husband Arthur, an event that also unmoored him.
He was all of 19 when the Kinks were signed by two toffs hoping to become the next Brian Epstein, had just turned 20 when "You Really Got Me" hit the charts, was touring America before he was 21. And the Kinks weren't the Beatles -- there was barely any woodshedding for these guys, so they weren't very good and hadn't established the kinds of bonds John, Paul, George and Ringo had.
Meanwhile, Ray is being taken advantage of by song publishers, his band is banned from America for four years (some of the band's peak years), he gets married too young and knows it and he tends towards depression. He has a nervous breakdown in 1966. He fights lawsuits.
Out of this comes one of the grandest runs in pop music history: "Face to Face," "Something Else," "Village Green Preservation Society," "Arthur." "Lola" and "Muswell" would follow.(He barely even mentions writing "Lola," which took the band back to the Top 10 in 1970; for Ray, that just brought on a new set of problems.) They were defiantly English, deliberately minimalist, sometimes rickety. (Shel Talmy did them no favors, and even after Ray took over himself, only the "Arthur" album has production on a high level equal to its songs -- which is not to say that the production of, say, "Days" wasn't somehow appropriately scruffy.)
Listen: I spent every day of October 1981, a typically rollercoaster teenage time, listening to "Something Else." It made me smile; it gave me hope. I felt Ray understood. So when I say that I wish "X-Ray" had been richer, cleaner, more detailed, I'm asking for something that's just not possible. So four stars says I wish it were less imperfect. It also says I loved it despite its flaws.
This book IS Raymond Douglas Davies. God save him.
Here is a book that turned out to be every bit as good as I hoped it would be. This is the story of one fascinating and complex man, Raymond Douglas Davies: rebel, oddball, head case, and perhaps a pop music genius as well. He begins by introducing a technique that is simultaneously distancing and revealing - the story is not being told by Davies, but by a young writer hired by "The Corporation" to do a biography of him. Davies gets to play with the idea of himself viewing himself, of Ray Davies
Here is a book that turned out to be every bit as good as I hoped it would be. This is the story of one fascinating and complex man, Raymond Douglas Davies: rebel, oddball, head case, and perhaps a pop music genius as well. He begins by introducing a technique that is simultaneously distancing and revealing - the story is not being told by Davies, but by a young writer hired by "The Corporation" to do a biography of him. Davies gets to play with the idea of himself viewing himself, of Ray Davies the pop star, who is, in fact, a memory, a creation. He then tells his story thru a series of mock interviews, in which he by turns intimidates, toys with, and bares his heart to the imaginary biographer.
The focus here is on the 1960s and The Kinks's rise to stardom. The story flows pretty much chronologically. Davies grew up in a large, working class family in Muswell Hill, North London. One of the many interesting ironies about R.D. is the fact that he, one of the more cosmopolitan and cynical songwriters of his time, was very closely tied to his old neighborhood and his clan for much of his life. As a kid, he was both a competitive athlete and a creative type. At first The Kinks were mostly unknown, but things began to change for them when Davies began to discover his songwriting talent.
The book is full of marvelous anecdotes of life on the road and encounters with other pop musicians, but this life did take a toll on the author. He frankly describes having some sort of depressive breakdown in the middle of their most successful period. R.D. is a remarkably complex guy. He married young and fathered a child, but the marriage did not last. He probably was/is bisexual, yet he dances around the issue. He seems to view himself as a morose, solitary artistic type. Surprisingly, he says very little about his playing and singing and writing. Whatever you can say about him, I think he was, and still is, a wonderful writer of songs, and now, of autobiographical prose. He succeeds in portraying himself sincerely as a dramatic character, primarily the star of some cynical comedy, but with touches of tragedy and insight into the human condition. Bravo!
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Ray Davies is one of the great songwriters of his generation. No. I should say one of the great songrwriters of the 60's. The fact he is not really part of the 60's scene, although he was... Well now it gets complicated.
On the other hand this is a very interesting memoir/work of fiction from Mr. Davies. What's fascinating is you can see his mind at work. No way was he going to write a straight ahead memoir. Not his style. And surprise, it's a really good book.
And let me re-phrase my opinion of R
Ray Davies is one of the great songwriters of his generation. No. I should say one of the great songrwriters of the 60's. The fact he is not really part of the 60's scene, although he was... Well now it gets complicated.
On the other hand this is a very interesting memoir/work of fiction from Mr. Davies. What's fascinating is you can see his mind at work. No way was he going to write a straight ahead memoir. Not his style. And surprise, it's a really good book.
And let me re-phrase my opinion of Ray Davies. He's one of the great songwriters of any period.
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Quite enjoyable romp through the mind of Ray Davies. In trying to understand the confusion and dreams of the actors in the 1960s this is a good non-sugary portrayal of the times in a semi-fictional, semi-autobiographical story. While not high art (what of the Kinks was) it has a kind of Werner Herzog ecstatic truth to it which is also true of the Kinks music. Even though I didn't finish it, I appreciated reading it...
This was perhaps the most unusual autobiography I have ever read, not that I should have expected anything else from Kinks frontman Ray Davies, who has in the past couple months mesmerized me with his lyrics.
After my yearly trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in June, I became obsessed with the Kinks (which may actually be explained by Ray Davies's fashion choices in the early 1970s). The lyrics captivated me, and I wanted to learn everything I could about this oh-so-British songw
This was perhaps the most unusual autobiography I have ever read, not that I should have expected anything else from Kinks frontman Ray Davies, who has in the past couple months mesmerized me with his lyrics.
After my yearly trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in June, I became obsessed with the Kinks (which may actually be explained by Ray Davies's fashion choices in the early 1970s). The lyrics captivated me, and I wanted to learn everything I could about this oh-so-British songwriter. When my mother wanted to order a book online and said she'd get me something just to get free shipping, I knew what I wanted.
X-Ray
tells the story of a nameless man who is assigned by the Corporation to research the life of Ray Davies, as they are compiling an anthology of sorts on music of the '60s. Davies is a character in the book, just as Terry and Julie are in "Waterloo Sunset." In some ways, this makes his tales rather unreliable, yet never uninteresting. Even the book's researcher does not know if Davies is telling the truth, but he can't help coming back for more.
While the book gets a bit annoying by becoming a sort of frame narrative, I couldn't be too bothered because it was just so entertaining. I wasn't even annoyed when Davies wrote this piece of genius: "You know, breasts. Threepenny bits, Bristols, jugs, knockers, mammaries, bosoms. You know - tits." Was this necessary? No, but I still found it funny.
I cannot wait to read Ray Davies's other book,
Americana
, and his brother Dave's autobiography.
If it's possible, I appreciate Ray Davies, the Kinks, and their music even more than before.
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I would have thought that the man who wrote and sang of characters lazing on sunny afternoons, obsessing with lust, class, and fashion, nostalgia, falling unashamedly for transsexuals, and confessing a simian nature would have provided his readers a glimpse of that same wry, quirky, satirist. It takes 30 pages for the narrative to begin; and then, it speaks through a dark, humorless victim, using a very awkward and self-conscious device.
And the book ultimately made me very sad. RD seems so disil
I would have thought that the man who wrote and sang of characters lazing on sunny afternoons, obsessing with lust, class, and fashion, nostalgia, falling unashamedly for transsexuals, and confessing a simian nature would have provided his readers a glimpse of that same wry, quirky, satirist. It takes 30 pages for the narrative to begin; and then, it speaks through a dark, humorless victim, using a very awkward and self-conscious device.
And the book ultimately made me very sad. RD seems so disillusioned, his dreams shattered. The autobiography ends with him knocking about in his big manor house with no friends, no family. The book finishes in the 70's so I hope his life has become less sorrowful since then. I saw him in concert recently and though RD performed with a lot of joy I could sense some of what may be his essential melancholy.
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I found this to be difficult to read and mostly boring. The first 20-30 pages set up a pointless "frame story" around the actual "biography." The fictional wrapper adds nothing to Mr. Davies' life story. The interesting bits - the actual anecdotes and stories - are much more enjoyable to read. He doesn't delve into the music much, which is frustrating. He'll make a comment along the lines of "a while back we had recorded [insert name of classic Kinks record that shouldn't be an afterthought]." M
I found this to be difficult to read and mostly boring. The first 20-30 pages set up a pointless "frame story" around the actual "biography." The fictional wrapper adds nothing to Mr. Davies' life story. The interesting bits - the actual anecdotes and stories - are much more enjoyable to read. He doesn't delve into the music much, which is frustrating. He'll make a comment along the lines of "a while back we had recorded [insert name of classic Kinks record that shouldn't be an afterthought]." Many songs are mentioned in passing but that's about it. Most of the book is about dealing with lawyers and managers. Frankly, I couldn't keep their names straight. There is also a good bit about Ray's personal/family life, all of which is just mildly interesting. I can't recommend this book to anyone. Stick to his records.
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Read it when it was released. Ray Davies my rock and roll hero - never disappoints. Time to reread it. The biggest shock was that he lived in NYC for much of his life - so near and yet so far.
This had an interesting way to present his story. Mixed the fiction with his biography. I do read memoirs and biography for the grit, not so much the fiction.
This memoir from Ray Davies, front man of The Kinks, is based around a fictional storyline where a reporter working for a corporate-run government (known as "The Corporation") is trying to track down and interview the reclusive singer/songwriter. This fictional Orwellian approach frames what is basically his recounting of his life, from childhood up to the early 1970's. Davies is a remarkably complex fellow, as I assumed from his songwriting. He portrays himself as a dramatic character that happ
This memoir from Ray Davies, front man of The Kinks, is based around a fictional storyline where a reporter working for a corporate-run government (known as "The Corporation") is trying to track down and interview the reclusive singer/songwriter. This fictional Orwellian approach frames what is basically his recounting of his life, from childhood up to the early 1970's. Davies is a remarkably complex fellow, as I assumed from his songwriting. He portrays himself as a dramatic character that happens to be the star of a cynical comedy, and he does not back down from revealing his weaknesses or mistakes. It was a pretty interesting read.
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Recommends it for:
Anyone who hangs onto every word uttered by their favorite musicians.
I got sort of tired going back and forth between the narrator's narrative and R.D.'s narrative, keeping track of who was who, but it was a creative approach. This book actually made me appreciate the quirkiness of Dave Davies a bit more, as well as Ray Davies' views on England and America. But I was hoping to hear a bit about his life after Muswell Hillbillies, and after finding out that "Two Sisters" was based on he and Dave Davies no longer listen to the song and get the same sad reaction I us
I got sort of tired going back and forth between the narrator's narrative and R.D.'s narrative, keeping track of who was who, but it was a creative approach. This book actually made me appreciate the quirkiness of Dave Davies a bit more, as well as Ray Davies' views on England and America. But I was hoping to hear a bit about his life after Muswell Hillbillies, and after finding out that "Two Sisters" was based on he and Dave Davies no longer listen to the song and get the same sad reaction I used to. Ah well. But it's a good story, as well as a narrative both juicy and smart.
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When I picked up this book, I expected a fairly typical autobiography of a rock star, but I should've known better. Ray Davies of the Kinks never did anything like anyone else, and this book is no exception. Instead of telling his story in a straightforward manner, Davies creates a fictional interviewer, with his own backstory, who sets out to interview the aging rock star known as Ray Davies. The book starts off slowly, but once it gets going it's thoroughly engaging and entertaining. It's some
When I picked up this book, I expected a fairly typical autobiography of a rock star, but I should've known better. Ray Davies of the Kinks never did anything like anyone else, and this book is no exception. Instead of telling his story in a straightforward manner, Davies creates a fictional interviewer, with his own backstory, who sets out to interview the aging rock star known as Ray Davies. The book starts off slowly, but once it gets going it's thoroughly engaging and entertaining. It's sometimes hard to discern fact from fiction, but who cares? It's a great read.
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Saw a former student recently who said that every time he heard a Kinks song he thought of me, since I was such a fan of Ray Davies. Kind of surprised he knew and remembered this....wonder if he remembered any of the curriculum I was actually supposed to teach. Hum. Anyway, his comment threw me into another Ray phase (I guess I'm never really out of that phase), and picked up this book to read -- the second time (had read probably 15 years ago). As Pete Townshend has said about Ray Davies, "he's
Saw a former student recently who said that every time he heard a Kinks song he thought of me, since I was such a fan of Ray Davies. Kind of surprised he knew and remembered this....wonder if he remembered any of the curriculum I was actually supposed to teach. Hum. Anyway, his comment threw me into another Ray phase (I guess I'm never really out of that phase), and picked up this book to read -- the second time (had read probably 15 years ago). As Pete Townshend has said about Ray Davies, "he's the poet laureate of England!" Love Ray, love this book.
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Really enjoyed this excellent alternative autobiography by Kinks frontman Ray Davies. It should be of no surprise to anyone that Davies is an excellent storyteller, and writes with a style that truly expresses his wit, charm, bitterness, cynicism, and sense of humor. His choice of fictional structure only serves to be even more revealing of its author than had Davies choose a more conventional path. I did not want the book to end, and can only hope that Ray Davies will one day write a sequel to
Really enjoyed this excellent alternative autobiography by Kinks frontman Ray Davies. It should be of no surprise to anyone that Davies is an excellent storyteller, and writes with a style that truly expresses his wit, charm, bitterness, cynicism, and sense of humor. His choice of fictional structure only serves to be even more revealing of its author than had Davies choose a more conventional path. I did not want the book to end, and can only hope that Ray Davies will one day write a sequel to this very engaging, entertaining and compelling book.
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Knock,knock Ray! How many people have you got in there? Okay, at least two, maybe more. An unauthorized biography gave me a clue right off the bat that this wouldn't be just another rambling memory. Well it did ramble, but in an innovative way. A very complicated and high strung musical wizard. I always loved the Kinks and now I know why. Genius seems to come at a cost, but his gave us an unique style and sound.I don't discount his brother Dave as a major ingredient to this mix, either. I too wi
Knock,knock Ray! How many people have you got in there? Okay, at least two, maybe more. An unauthorized biography gave me a clue right off the bat that this wouldn't be just another rambling memory. Well it did ramble, but in an innovative way. A very complicated and high strung musical wizard. I always loved the Kinks and now I know why. Genius seems to come at a cost, but his gave us an unique style and sound.I don't discount his brother Dave as a major ingredient to this mix, either. I too wish I could fly like a Superman!
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A wholly unique and entertaining take on Ray's life story (up to 1973, at least). Only Ray could come up with a way of writing a memoir like this, and it's well worth it for any fan to read this.
Rather than write a conventional autobiography, Ray Davies (former singer/songwriter/bandleader of The Kinks) wrote this novel (1st published in the early-'90s) set in a dystopian near future. A young man working for "the Corporation" interviews an old Ray Davies, all the while wondering to what extent Davies is lying to him. In addition, there's a psychic bond between interviewer & subject, & time travel, or something.
I almost stopped reading this book after the first two chapters, THEN, it grabbed me and I could hardly wait for the next chapter to begin. It definitely is different in that it is told within the genre of science fiction. Parts kind of reminded me of Philip K. Dick with time travel and reality confusion. As I was reading the chapters, I couldn't get the songs out of my head. He is a mad genius.
RD's "unauthorized" auto-biography has elements of Philip K. Dick-influenced paranoia, Orwell's dystopian society and mid-century film noir. Unusual narrative structure introduces fictional interviewer "assigned" to dig up info on RD. The set-up is great but at times turns into straight ahead rock-n-roll road stories. Still essential if you like the Kinks even a little bit.
Read this a second time and had to change my star rating from 3 to 5. Appreciated it more having recently seen Ray Davies in concert and indulging in yet another epic Kinks kick. First time around I think I was put-off by the fictional narrator schtick, but I softened a little this time around.
Very clever, as is Ray; illustrates very well with Ray's nostalgic vision, the postwar environment that spawned the explosion of British music. Intelligent, perceptive, the work of a writer, but still doesn't let the reader get that close.
This was a creative effort on Ray's part, to tell his story and the story of the Kinks by using a third person character to interact with himself. it works at times, and other times it's weird and gets in the way of the bio.
This autobiography is unlike any you will ever read! Has an intersting way of meandering back and forth between fiction and reality, to paint an amazingly awesome portrayl of Ray Davies' experience in the music industry.
Had heard great things about this but came across to me as a trying to be clever way of dressing up a bio of a not particularly likeable man. Frustratingly doesn't really talk about the great music all that much.
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