By Ray Davies
As a boy in post-War England, mythical Kinks' singer/songwriter Ray Davies fell in love with America--its video clips and tune, its tradition of freedom, fed his mind's eye. Then, as a part of the British Invasion, he toured the USA with the Kinks in the course of probably the most tumultuous eras in fresh history--until the Kinks crew was once banned from acting there from 1965-69. Many excursions and journeys later, whereas residing in New Orleans, he skilled a transformative occasion: the taking pictures (a results of a botched theft) that just about took his lifestyles. In Americana, Davies attempts to make feel of his lengthy love-hate courting with the rustic that either encouraged and annoyed him. From his quintessentially English point of view as a Kink, Davies--with candor, humor, and wit--takes us on a truly own highway journey via his existence and storied profession as a rock megastar, and divulges what track, popularity, and the US rather suggest to him. one of the most interesting characters in contemporary popular culture make appearances, from the well-known to the might be even-more-interesting behind-the-scenes gamers. The publication additionally incorporates a photographic insert with photographs from Davies's personal assortment from the band's archive.
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Extra resources for Americana - The Kinks, The Road and The Perfect Riff
I had earned my chops as a London lad playing in my band, the Kinks, but then after a few hits I had become a transplant from the city to this refined country location, and for a while it had left my creativity blocked. I’d been separated from my band for some time and felt the need to record the obligatory “solo” album. I’d been working on a bunch of new songs for three years, digging up old ones to finish, and making lots of demos. Not playing them for anyone. Not happy with anything enough to make it public.
Harold Wilson’s Labour government had just taken power when my group, the Kinks, became successful, and it remained in power through most of our early career. ” When some money did eventually come after lengthy law suits with my music publishers, I was offered tax-relief plans. My advisers even tried to persuade me to live abroad, but stubbornly and perhaps stupidly I opted to stay put in England and in return get taxed to the hilt. In a strange way I thought I was doing it all for “the revolution” and that it would end up a better, more equal society, but I soon discovered that some people were more equal than others—meaning that there is always someone somewhere who gets to be on top.
Luckily, it was a quiet English country road. If it had been in town there would have been a pileup. I exchanged numbers and insurance details with the other driver, a horsey lady with a Lady Di hairdo and two aristocratic-looking pedigreed dogs sneering down their noses at me from the backseat. No damage done, but the Lady Di look-alike double-checked for scratches anyway. She blamed me. I tried to blame my allergies. I always hated cars in any event; don’t understand them; just point them and go.