X-Ray: The Unauthorized Autobiography

X-Ray: The Unauthorized Autobiography

Ray Davies

Language: English

Pages: 420

ISBN: 1585679399

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The shocking and edgy memoirs of a dedicated enemy of fashion and the lead singer of The Kinks.

This subversively brilliant, one-of-a-kind rock autobiography ingeniously styled as a biography, is written by a nameless, faceless writer hired by an Orwellian entity called "the Corporation" to capture the essence of Ray Davies, lead singer and songwriter of The Kinks and one of the greatest rock and rollers of all time. The Kinks front man reveals his life and times to the young writer, often seemingly passing his stories directly into the writer's consciousness. Carnaby Street, "Top of the Pops," the Cavern Club, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Who and other fixtures of the times fade in and out of this compelling narrative. Part autobiography, part social history, part psychological thriller, this elusive and daring book exposes rock stardom as the heaven, hell, and purgatory it is.

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ballads, and it was Rene who, while describing Elvis' performance on the Ed Sullivan Show, first used the word 'sexy' to me. 'When that guy's hips moved, the hairs on my back stood up so stiff I felt like a porcupine.' It was Rene who had held me up when I was born and shown my sisters my 'little pee-pee' and it was Rene, on an earlier visit to England, who first noticed the sadness in me. One night she crawled into my bed so that I would not be afraid of the dark and had promised to stay there

educational therapy in Pembridge Villas, Notting Hill Gate. My unwillingness to communicate with others had given the assessors the idea that I was backward and could only communicate with Planet North 10 via a therapist. Miss Blair was my counsellor at Pembridge Villas. She asked me to draw pictures. For some reason I always drew a lone figure carrying a small bag heading down a long stretch of road towards distant mountains. 'You've never seen real mountains, have you?' she asked. 'Only in

give, being merciless as well as kind. I, who at first was born a king, then became a humble working man, had seen through the inconsequential role-playing of the world and the unfortunate misplacement of my existence, this light of hope, and it shone beyond my earthly presence. This wonderful, merciful light was lifting, albeit momentarily, the dark cloud which constantly surrounded me. It had, in an instant, transformed me. I had tried to paint after Michelangelo, Modigliani, John Bratby and

emerged from that dark, slithery world. You see, being born is easy. It's what happens to us once we get outside that makes me wonder why on earth did God put us and our mothers through all the screaming and squelching in order that we should survive through this bloody torment. What a stupid predicament to be in. I am convinced that I was born to prove a point. As I was born, I felt like saying to my parents, 'Yes, it is possible to have a son, Mr and Mrs, and I do sincerely hope that I have

one of us. The others had probably experienced personal moments similar to the one I had with my dad. I hadn't played for a famous football or cricket team, but I was playing in a winning team of sorts and now nobody could stop us. The first recording dates for the album were pretty wild events, with various guest musicians calling in to see Shel in the control room. To watch the latest 'hot' band recording and hanging out, just in case there was something going down that was worth knowing

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