Saturday is Ray Davies' 70th birthday, but I'm not writing this as an offering or a note of congratulations.
Having bought 53 pieces of vinyl or CD plastic by the Kinks, both of his books, his two solo albums of new songs and 30-odd concert tickets, I think I've already thanked and celebrated him in the way he can most appreciate. I hope what I’ve paid him has given him a fraction of the enjoyment I’ve had in return.
I am not obsessive about the Kinks. I'm a musical omnivore open to excellence in any style. I'm thrilled by most of the usual suspects on the all-time greats lists of rock, soul, country, folk and blues, and by a good many more obscure artists.