I had my first face-to-face encounter with the Davies brothers, I tell Dave, when I was still at school and they were playing Salford University, in the mid-1970s.
And if it sounds a bit like I’m down on Japanese women, that’s not the case.
What I’m not so cool with is repeating the same unfounded information about Japan. Anyway, if you’ve made it through this lengthy preface, then go check out the full article in all its glory, and let me know what you think.
("Hey – you with the glasses," the singer shouted, as he threw the unopened glass bottle of lager, "you're putting me off.") "That's when I realised quite how famous you were; when I saw people around us picking up shards of glass to take home as souvenirs." "You were unlucky there," Dave says.
"You could have boasted in the next life that you were killed by Ray Davies." A significant difference between Davies and other high-achieving mystics such as Mac Laine and Rabanne is that they, unlike the guitarist, have received the professional respect they deserve.
His guitar sound made the Kinks one of the greatest bands of the 1960s – not that his brother Ray gives him the credit.