In 1978, my brother came
home with Misfits by a group known as the Kinks. I didn’t understand the
retched look rock stars took on at the time to stick it to the man, but
fortunately had no control of the stereo. This because Ray Davies would make a
career of writing songs about me. I simply got to survive.
Immediately struck
by Hayfever and easily able to reel off 12 sneezes
in a row, I decided this disheveled gaggle of toughs deserved closer study. On
the B side, Permanent Waves is the greatest Kinks song you’ve never
heard.
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