December 30, 2006
Last night while flipping channels on TV, we stumbled upon a program about Ray Davies featuring conversations with various muscians and with Ray Davies himself. I usually have little patience for these shows, even when they're about people I really, really like (like Ray Davies), but this was very good. It sounds funny but I was struck by how well he's aged. In the interviews he came off not as a burntout artiste or wouldabeen/aintnomore hero or inarticulate musical flake, but as a lovely, lovely grownup man who had - and still has - the ability to write great songs. He talked a little about "Days," which I hadn't thought about in a very long time. What a gorgeous song. How paralyzingly sad those lyrics are. One of my old bands used to try cover it, and thinking back I wonder how we could sing it without crying ourselves. I guess we were too young, or not enough bad stuff ahd happened to us yet. Of the three of us, one is dead, one's very ill, and the third has been haunted by that song since last night. All the way to bed, driving to the race this morning an hour away (in between the cracks of very loud Tall Dwarfs music), all the way back home, even after a nap. The trouble with good melodies is that they stay in your head. They're supposed to. I suspect this'll be with me a little while.
Posted by joe positive at December 30, 2006 3:37 PM
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