The fact that he's still playing to such a small crowd, which would have been when he first started out, but never forgot his roots...He played that room...what a legend...my love always, Ray...xxx
This song reminds me of shopping at Macy's with my mom for paisley shirts and wide wale cords... and don't forget the big belt. Young and innocent days.
Hope Ray relives his triumph every time he sings this-it was the summer of ‘66, Sunny Afternoon was #1 in the charts and England had just won the World Cup.
I watched this when I was seventeen and fell absolutely in love with this man. I'm engaged to a musician now myself, and I am thirty-four, but this takes me back every time. <3
In the twenty-twenty hindsight orthodoxy of our Rock & Roll history textbooks, Ray Davies gets cited as the progenitor of the proto-punks. He loved the music that had found success before his, though, including the trad-jazz that offered his oldest sister the casual opportunity to enjoy a dance in the arms of a stranger, where she died the day she gave Ray his first guitar.
Gawd. This is fuckin epic. When you think age has the the better of someone and they just kick age right in it's ass. I will forever be blazing on a sunny afternoon.
