“Ray, did you see my Then He Kissed Me single?”
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“No, Dave. I haven’t.”
“Yuh-huh.”
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Don’t you know it?
Crazy as a shithouse rat, and mispronouncing words with abandon.
“I wrote a concept album, I did.”
“Spiffy. From 1968 to 1975, I wrote, like, seven concept albums in a row, none of which made the tiniest bit of sense. One of ’em I spread over two double-records.”
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“Wow.”
“Yeah, I kind of invented not giving a fuck.”
“No argument here. Any of ’em sell?”
“The one with Lola on it.”
“What about the other six?”
“Couldn’t give ’em away.”
“Sounds right.”
Go listen to Preservation 1 & 2. What were you gonna spin? The Soft Boys? Don’t listen to the fucking Soft Boys. Have some respect for yourself, man.
No idea at all.
GERMAN PROS: Beat Club, Musikladen, Rockpalast, pretzels.
GERMAN CONS: The thing you’re thinking of.
BRITISH PROS: How bitchin’ Ray’s hair looks.
BRITISH CONS: None; all national missteps are superseded by Ray’s full, bouncy glory.
So let the sun shine bright.
Hot Child In The City came out in ’78. Not making any accusations, just pointing out a fact.
How the fuck did the Stones not sue? (FUN FACT: Ray Davies stole a lot of riffs.)
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