THE KINKS LIVE FROM SURVIVAL CENTRAL
Well, they've survived another one. Another tour. How many does that make? I dunno—forgot to ask 'em that. Enough. Forget the late 60's when they couldn't cross the Atlantic for various obscure reasons. In the 70's, they've criss-crossed these 50 states enough times to get their points across.
THE KINKS LIVE FROM SURVIVAL CENTRAL
by
Michael Davis
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Well, they've survived another one. Another tour. How many does that make? I dunno—forgot to ask 'em that. Enough. Forget the late 60's when they couldn't cross the Atlantic for various obscure reasons. In the 70's, they've criss-crossed these 50 states enough times to get their points across. Sloshing their audiences with beer foam, subjecting them to English absurdities like ducks on the wall, yuks in stalls and bucks over the long haul. Presenting ambitious stage productions on shoestring budgets and having the scenery fall down all around their ears. And always, Ray Davies' clown-like smile, looking around himself with wonder as his contemporaries drop by the wayside, one by one.