20 Prospect Junior and I have been logging a lot of miles back and forth to hockey practices the past few weeks, listening to music. As I mentioned before, I don’t understand or trust buying music online, so I’ve been picking up CD’s at the used CD store.
I picked up a copy of one of the Kinks’ live albums from the late 70’s / early 80’s. I always forget just how many great songs they wrote over their career, until I hear them gathered up in one place.
When I was 9 my Big Bruddah bought a copy of one of their greatest hits compilations from the 60’s. He left it behind at home when he went off hitchhiking to find himself, and it became one of my favorites. When my friends came over after school, we’d sit in the front living room by the Console Stereo, playing chess and listening to it.
(Yes, my nerd roots run deep)
There was just something snarly, and scruffy about the Kinks that made them seem illicit to us. Maybe it was Ray Davies gap toothed grin, but they seemed more raw, and unpolished than the Beatles or other early – mid 60’s bands.
I think it was six months before Dan’l and I figured out that Lola was a man. Huh. We weren’t sure what to make of that, but we loved it anyway. By the time the group had their resurgence in the early 80’s, I had moved on to other stuff. The Kinks seemed like an uncool “oldies act”. It wasn’t until my college radio days that I re-discovered them, and realized just how influential they were on much of the punk and alternative music of the day.
I’m not sure 20 Prospect Jr. knows what to make of them yet. He’s got several old Beatle albums, but his tastes usually tend toward bluegrass, alt country, and old Hank Williams Sr. Last week he asked me to copy the Pogues onto his iPod, which surprised me. The boy has eclectic tastes.
Sorry, not much to post today, so I’ll leave you with this. Live from Providence, Rhode Island 1979, Victoria. Rock has turned into “Rawk”, but they still tear it up. Watch and tell me that Ray Davies doesn’t remind you of Replacements era Paul Westerberg.