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.