Ok, something a little different – thanks to the ubiquitous Facebook, I found out that yesterday was Ray Davies‘ 70th birthday.
Now this feels weird because I discovered Ray Davies and started listening to the Kinks very late, when I was nineteen.
My friends listened to Pink Floyd – I listened to the Kinks.
And now I’m forty-seven.
And therefore Ray Davies’ words have traveled with me for, what, twenty-eight years?
My goodness, they want by so fast.
I think great writers are those that can actually write down what we feel, and think, and they do it in a better, more economic and focused way we ever could.
In this sense, Ray Davies has been to me one of the greatest writers I ever knew.
And now I should provide some sample of this writing excellence, and I can’t really choose.
Too many songs, each one closely connected with a single moment of the last 28 years.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-D9xcZgKX4
One of the many little things that make me an anglophile, I guess.
But it’s more complicated than that.
So, why not just place here the song that I currently find closer to me?
Enjoy!
Karavansara 