I took my Dad along to see Ray Davies last night.
It was pretty fucking good!
Not fucking great!
I wasn’t convinced at the start.
I love Ray Davies’ songs and I’d heard that these days,
His shows are like Ray doing Karaoke versions of his own songs.
It wasn’t quite like that but he turned a lot of classic songs into crappy crowd sing-a-longs.
It’s that thing isn’t it.
That thing where once almightily talented people get to a certain age where they can’t do it anymore.
Or if they can do it,
It comes off as ridiculous.
Know what I mean?
I didn’t get that from last night.
Ray was cool.
The first half of the concert was acoustic and he sounded like a good busker.
That’s alright with me!
It was good.
He was funny and obviously out to enjoy himself.
As everyone knows,
He’s a great storyteller too.
He’s an even better storyteller with a couple of drinks in him!
I was enjoying it.
I thought “This is okay man!”
Then he strapped on a blue Stratocaster and brought his band out and the fun really began.
I’m terrible for remembering setlists but I remember ‘Till The End Of The Night’.
It was loud and crunchy and ballsy as fuck.
Highlights that I remember were:
I walked in not really knowing what to expect and left pretty pleased.
Listening to his voice and watching his hands,
It looks to me that Ray Davies still sings his tunes in the same keys he originally recorded them in.
That goes a long way for me.
My Dad liked it too.
Dad broke every rule in the auditorium but I think he got some decent photos.
I’ll stick them up on here whenever he mails them to me.
I had to leave a wee bit early so I missed the last song.
It was probably ‘Lola‘.
All in all,
A surprisingly good gig.