Showing posts with label Ray Davies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray Davies. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Apeman: Issa's Sunday Service, #159

Ray Davies is a national treasure of Britain and a lyrical gift to the musically inclined worldwide.  Genius is a word one tries to be judicious bandying about but the number and quality of songs he has penned over the last few decades is truly astonishing


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While listening to Apeman on my way to work, I was actually thinking how I'd love to share this one but there's no way this is going to have a literary a reference and - Pop! - "I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane" and if ever there was a wish fulfilled, there it was.

Which calls to mind an interesting scene from back in the pre-Hays Code Days, with a kind of quaint naviete about it. There is a real balletic beauty to the scene and, for the curious, with a stunt double being used for Maureen O'Hara in the underwater scenes:

 
 
 
 
Of course, the Burroughs estate was notoriously vigilant over its copyright (just ask Philip Jose Farmer) and, sadly for them but happily for us, some of the books have slipped into the public domain. Here, in a variety of formats, is the first Tarzan novel, Tarzan the Apes, from Project Gutenberg.

That's certainly one side of Davies' apeman - perhaps this is the other (my mind seems to be leaping about a bit):

 
 
 
In this scene, from the 1920, "Dr. Jekyll and and Mr. Hyde," John Barrymore does virtually the whole transformation without makeup (and, of course, without sound). His use of his hands, his hair, and eyes is quite remarkable to portray the Other apeman.

Finally, here are the Kinks, making like apemen:

 
 
 
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Photo by Martin Fisch


one and all
faces of the Buddhas
cold tonight
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue



best,
Don   

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Go to the LitRock web site for a list of all 159 songs

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Shangri-La: Issa's Untidy Hut, #126




 
 
 
Friday night, one of the greatest singer/songwriter's of the rock and roll era was in Pittsburgh, PA and, yes, Bruce Springsteen was here, but no, that's not who I'm talking about.

I'm talking about Ray Davies, one of the greatest, indeed, and Friday night he proved it.   With a set list full of songs (yes, lots of Kinks era stuff) that an aspiring rock band would give their right arm to have just one of, in no particular order, here is what I pieced together from the set

I Need You
Autumn Almanac
Dead End Street
Sunny Afternoon
Till the End of the Day
Too Much on My Mind
Waterloo Sunset
Nothing in the World Can Stop Me
                               Worrying About Her
20th Century Man
All Day 
Apeman
Misfits
Full Moon
Harry Rag
I Really Got You
David Watts
Dedicated Follower of Fashion
Celluloid Heroes
Lola

All that and I know that I've forgotten quite a few.  His accompanist on guitar during the acoustic set was Bill Shanley, who was amazing, and the backing band, which opened with a 12 song set of their own and with whom people didn't get restless for a minute, was The 88, an LA band that has a new wave, Elvis Costello-meets-The Shins quality and musical chops second to none (with more than a touch of Kinks like harmonics).  Here is a taste that may give you a good idea why Davies has them backing him:




And here is the whole shebang, Davies and The 88s together on a recent morning show doing "Lola":





Davies was charming, relaxed, and a real jewel of a performer.  Rabid Kinks fans knew all the words.  I heard two songs I'd never heard before and even they knocked me out. As a poet, his acapella version of "Harry Rag" was enough for me - I was very happy, indeed.

And, oh, yeah, today's LitRock song is an old Kinks tune, deep from their catalog, said to be composed for a TV series in the UK that never came to be.  Shangri-La, a fictional place that has made a previous appearance on Issa's Sunday Service.

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This week's poem from the archive comes from issue #62 is by small press legend, and former professional wrestler, the one and only C Ra McGuirt.




watching the detectives
sex
drugs
religion
art--

everyone buys
information.

only fear
is free.
C Ra McGuirt









through the great red gate
no fear...
cuckoo
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue






best,
Don



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Go to the LitRock web site for a list of all 126 songs