The Secret Life Of Ray Davies

My love and I were in the bookstore and leafed through Ray Davies’s book Americana: The Kinks, The Riff, The Road: The Story, and ran across a delightful little point. Apparently, in the mid-70s, when The Kinks had gotten really into doing complex stage shows performing their concept albums about the shifting mores and quiet existential despair of the British middle classes, Ray Davies would routinely choose to go to parties afterwards. But he didn’t want to be recognized and hassled throughout the parties, and I am sympathetic to this. I wouldn’t go to parties either if people kept asking me to sing “I’m Not Like Everybody Else”, though neither would they if they ever heard me singing. So for a while there he would go unrecognized at after-show parties by wearing the mask he’d been wearing during the show.

I’m delighted to learn that during his most energetic, hard-rocking, hard-partying days at the touring peak of his career, Ray Davies was apparently also a seven-year-old boy sneaking into the cinemas wearing a long trenchcoat and sitting on Dave Davies’s shoulders. Of course, based on the book, the costume apparently worked and he didn’t get people saying they recognized him, possibly because none of the partygoers wanted to be punched by Ray Davies. I’m also sympathetic to this. One of my goals in life is to get through it without being punched by Ray Davies, and that’s going pretty well so far; how about you?

Author: Joseph Nebus

I was born 198 years to the day after Johnny Appleseed. The differences between us do not end there. He/him.

9 thoughts on “The Secret Life Of Ray Davies”

  1. It’s going pretty well here too. Not being punched by Ray Davies remains, as ever, on my top ten list of things I must do in order for my life to have been a life worth living. There have been a few close calls, but so far so good. Having said that, being smooched by Velma from Scooby Doo would tie a satisfying bow on my existence. Fingers crossed I don’t realise she’s just a fictional character and that I can actually still make it happen. 😛


    1. Ooh, glad to hear it’s going well for you. I don’t want to brag but I’ve also done very well in not having awkward encounters in the men’s room with the lead singer from indie band Walk The Moon either.

      You might have an easier time getting kissed by Velma, provided she is willing, if you can be a fictional character too. Wouldn’t dream of speaking for you, but I know I’ve never been perfectly certain reality is quite worth the effort I’ve put into it.

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    1. Oh, my, you could be right. I hope it isn’t one of his goals in life to someday punch me.

      (Also, sincerely, thank you, folks at for noticing me! I’m surprised that you did, but am flattered.)


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