I'm on another Ray Davies kick. He goes away for a few months and then sneaks back on to the turntable without me deliberately seeking him out. The older I get, the better he sounds. He makes aging sound cruel and silly at the same time, and he may be the best eraser of self-pity I can stick in a cassette player. He'll save you a fortune in shrink costs.
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I was tired of looking at that Xtian with the beaver pelt on the back of his head.
Make today a Kinks day. And if you've got netflix, there's a documentary on Ray you can watch on your computer for free that spans his career and shows him in the studio working on the first solo record. Not bad.
there is life after breakfast, provided breakfast is bacon
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