Sorta Back . . .
Things have improved considerably. Dad’s still at the hospital (and probably will be until next week), but he’s doing okay. Mom’s home and acting more like herself every minute. I’m staying with her for a couple of days to make sure she’s taking decent care of herself. Which means I’m posting from her laptop. Which means this might take longer than usual, because I kinda hate typing on a laptop. Also, you have to hit the ‘N’ key pretty hard to get it to register. And the ‘shift’ key on the right is kind of hard to find because it looks like all the letter keys. And the keyboard is too far from the edge. (This is why I haven’t bought a laptop, btw.)
While I was traveling from one hospital to the other, there were a couple of events in the Classic Rock world. First off was a passing. Reg Presley (no relation to that other guy), lead singer of The Troggs, died yesterday at 71. The Troggs had a hit in 1966 with “Wild Thing,” and are generally credited with being one of the originators of the garage band sound. It was fuzzy and gritty and fun.
The other event was Dave Davies 66th birthday on Sunday. Dave often gets overshadowed by his more charismatic brother, but his contribution to the Kinks’ sound is invaluable. His guitar work is primal. It’s not full of technical wizardry or gently emotive–although he is capable of both. It’s more like brute force. The riffs are like sledgehammers and chainsaws; it is glorious.
Dave recovered his ability to play after a stroke in 2004. He continues recording, although he hasn’t toured in several years.