And then, out of nowhere, Dave Davies. Good Golly Miss Molly.

Get the fuck down now.

It is, of course, impossible for me to talk about The Kinks without mentioning the best pop song ever written. Waterloo Sunset is perfect. There has never been, nor will there ever be, a better three-minute-and-change song written, about anything, ever.

I don’t care if you disagree, because you’re wrong. This is it. This is all there is.

So here’s my night. I was at a screening of this guy Bill Shelley’s archive of old Kinks footage. The screening was originally scheduled for about a month ago, but he postponed it because he just got a copy of this, and had to add it. I’m glad he did.

The Kinks, with a bitchin’ brass section and tympanist. There’s about a half-hour of this show online, and I’m going to toss a bit more of it up here, because it was just that good. To start, enjoy The Kinks, at the New Victory Theater in London, 1973, taped for a BBC special.


Earl Slicks ( Bowie,Dolls, John Lennon ) Orange head.Backstage Grand Rapids.

Leica M9,35mm

Earl Slick is the man. He showed up to a Loser’s Lounge show I saw at Joe’s Pub probably about two years ago now. They were doing a Kinks night, and it was pretty awesome.

The Loser’s Lounge is the name of a rotating cast of musicians who get together every so often at Joe’s Pub and play a theme night. It’s always pretty cool, and you never know who’ll show up to jam. The Kinks rock on record, but hearing the tunes live is always a good time too.

Also, Nikki Sixx’s photo blog is actually really good. Click thru for more.

The British have contributed dozens of wonderful things to modern culture. Top Gear. The Rolling Stones. Fawlty Towers. Mr. Bean. Monty Python. The Beatles. The Kinks. The Who. The Queen. Most of the Formula 1 grid. Breakfasts with sausage and eggs and more sausage and bacon and a tomato.

But for all of those things, there is this. Mr. Blobby. I do not understand Mr. Blobby.


April 28, 1973

Think about rock and roll, from both sides of the Atlantic Ocean, from the years of roughly 1965 to 1977 with piano in them. The piano line from The Stones’ Monkey Man? Clapton’s Let It Rain? Every piano note on The Who’s first album My Generation? Quicksilver Messenger Service’s Edward The Mad Shirt Grinder? The Airplane at Woodstock? Volunteers?

I could go on. The list of credits that Nicky played on is extensive and exhaustive. He’s one of those players, (like Bruce Hornsby and Randy Newman) who are immediately identifiable. You know when Nicky laid down a piano track. The man was a genius.


Kinks, 1965 - Holland

I don’t even play bass, but if I got a Rick to just hang on my wall and pretend to play every now and again I’d be a happy guy.

Last weekend, I had the distinct honor to fill two hours on one of New York’s most historic radio stations. I was on air at WBAI (99.5 on the FM dial) where (amongst other things) George Carlin’s infamous “Seven Words” bit was first aired, unedited and unfiltered, for the biggest radio market in the country to hear.

I wasn’t doing anything quite as revolutionary or incendiary, but I still had the freedom to play whatever I wanted (as long as it didn’t include those now-famous words).

Pops worked the board, since I was freaking out half the time trying to find the next tune, but I think I did pretty alright, considering we threw a pile of CDs in a big bag as we left around 11:30 on Saturday night. From one to three in the morning, a slice of the airwaves in New York broadcast some tunes that I’m sure haven’t been heard since they were new.

It was awesome.

The show is up here in horrible 64kbps quality, with some random drop-outs and crackliness. I’ve got it on two CD-Rs right off the board though, if you’re crazy like me and really want a nice-sounding copy.

Or, if you’d rather throw together your own version, here’s what our set ended up consisting of. Songs with asterisks were used as bed music while we backlisted or otherwise spoke:

White Summer - Yardbirds*

Memphis Soul Stew - King Curtis

Sandpaper Cadillac - Joe Cocker

Sunny Afternoon - Kinks

Neighbor Neighbor - Jimmy Hughes

Baby Please Don’t Go - Amboy Dukes

Time Is Tight - Booker T & The MGs*

We Gotta Get Out of This Place - Animals

She’s Not There - Zombies

Don’t Bring Me Down - Pretty Things

Is She Really Going Out With Him? - Joe Jackson

I Want To Tell You - Beatles

Itchycoo Park - Small Faces

Product of DK - Blue Van

Over Easy - Booker T & The MGs*

Creampuff War - Grateful Dead

Talk Talk - Music Machine

You Belong To Me - Elvis Costello

I Don’t Want To Go To Chelsea (Basing Street Studios Alternate Version) - Elvis Costello

Easy To Slip - Little Feat

Shady Esperanto & The Young Hearts - Stephen Kellogg & The Sixers

Bluebird - Buffalo Springfield

Hang Em High - Booker T & The MGs*

Needles & Pins - Searchers

Incense & Peppermints - Strawberry Alarm Clock

Paper Sun - Traffic

Live For Today - Grassroots

This Whole World - Beach Boys

Happy Jack - Southern Culture on the Skids

Wait So Long - Trampled by Turtles

Have You Seen Her Face - Southern Culture on the Skids

Fuquawi - Booker T & The MGs*

Rag Mama Rag (From The Last Waltz) - Band

Comin Home - Delaney & Bonnie and Friends

Well All Right - Los Lonely Boys

Rave On - Buddy Holly

Rumble - Link Wray

Something I Didn’t Write Down - Booker T & The MGs*

Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks

At this point, the show should have been over. But, ‘BAI being ‘BAI, something went wrong, and the next show, which was supposed to be delivered digitally, was not playing. We jumped back behind the board and threw on some more tunes, the titles of which now escape me. Eventually, the engineer on duty, Sydney, fixed the problem (and delivered a beautiful rant on the perpetual derelict state in which WBAI finds its studios) and we all went home.

Being on the radio is a blast, and I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone who finds themselves with the opportunity to do so.

Rock & roll.