RAY DAVIES VILLAGE GREEN’S TURNING OF THE NEXT-ED KNOWLEDGE’S AND PLACE WHERE RECORDS BUILD AND BIRTH OF VINYL…AND IT BEGINS

BY ERIC LASTICK

THE PRESERVATIONS OF THE VILLAGE GREEN

Dylan Thomas of food for thought…observer and writer of ”Under Milkwood” Woodwinds of the soul—and Nickey Hopkins Harpsichord heart to the multifaceted musical language…it’s musical concept is born—while gathering of gears in the spices and dashes of rare blends–go the folk en psychedelics. Mystics right out of music halls; and be-damned are the sided and of such taken of new brought English and modern structured American order and their ways. Artisan new rock album concept to conceive…as Ray Davies meets Dylan Thomas, in Metaphor!

Davies rift with American politics distances of his chances of playing the whole of the American circuit abroad. The Kinks heed of a canoe route…and perhaps in ”The Daft” and quite need-en be, a raft towards Trinidad…and it’s whimsical sways of African beat—as Davies soars high, ”the ape man” HIS OWN SEWN EVOLUTION IN HUMMING STAIRS AND AIR CLIMBS—too the great path orangutangan” whom jumps through hoop-fests—right too the town of Samara! Quantum grade furthers to Trinidad—and elevates and sequenced the Kinks brash finds…as Davies inquirer-er of real concepts and muse—too which a great album structures and forms; and to where a great artist makes of such uniquely drawn meaningful music.

A BLENDING OF NEW EARTH WITH OLDE…

JOHNNY THUNDER, ANIMAL FARM, BIG SKY..

 AND MEAN ANNABELLA, SONG INTERPRETATIONS

JOHNNY THUNDER…light sparks the attempts to crash of all considerable conventions. Motor modern stews of the rev’s of it’s distances of the clean cut proverbial, which DE-natures’ & derides of straight squared principals—nighttime sash and sea-brings of ”The Dolls” & New York theater. And of all the thunders where Johnny comes home.

ANIMAL FARM…in essence and tonal cure…it’s melody of kindly animals and kid-like joys, although the utopia of what lies inside the back of the Barn’s means to it’s ends…and of it’s uses and abuses—song of Orwellian dreams…lessened enchantments of where power and harm are the purveyors to a community, now all in it’s greed.

(GOOD VERSES EVIL)

BIG SKY…The mindful meld of Mr. Davies—look to the big vastness and perfection at play, in our universe—answers out of the stars…and most celluloid heroes. Mentions to implore us all of the Reservations…and the forwardness of a sky call at cloud nine.

WICKED ANNABELLE…Never let her core an apple to her witch-like curves too reek of terse children’s references. Stir the pot as one must steer clear of such a dirty house…as one in which is lived in–who spells and crafts. Teach our children that the likes of such wickedness—must stave off with sweetness… Cotton candy added dreams. Harms out of such, are just for those whom wish, in such circles. ”Children aim low on the heat and hots of the caldron’!” Such of the likes of the wicked…falls on her own basement leaks and disturbs…steps steep to endless bottoms…and sodden go—the Halloween masks. Calls of ”The Sandman” as Davies hits and strikes in all the golds! Reined a free stream of rivers. Conscious blends and dreams of a better simpliar life of old. Star struck the cribs to adult-hood—and never really grow old.