No, I'm not at Glastonbury, I'm watching it on telly from the comfort of an arm chair with the windows open, a fan on and a glass of Arthur 'Killer' Kane's favourite drink, Newcastle Brown Ale. Ray's playing on a crowded stage backed by the Choir on a sunny afternoon in Somerset, all very English, particularly on the afternoon we're knocked out of the World Cup.
It was a nice picture of the crowd from the stage, acres of bodies singing along to 'Lola' and 'Waterloo Sunset', 40-odd year old songs that enough people knew to make a nice noise from the crowd. Unfortunately the set was being strictly timed so Ray couldn't just keep on going the way he does at his own gigs. He dedicated 'Waterloo Sunset' to Pete Quaife, one of the original Kinks who died this week, which was a nice touch and finished with a glorious version of 'Days' with the collective voices of the Choir swelling in the background. A great final song.
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