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“THE KINKS – YOU REALLY GOT ME”

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“You Really Got Me” is a song written by Ray Davies for English rock band the Kinks. The song, originally performed in a more blues-oriented style, was inspired by artists such as Lead Belly and Big Bill Broonzy. Two versions of the song were recorded, with the second performance being used for the final single. Although it was rumoured that future Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page had performed the song’s guitar solo, the myth has since been proven false.

“You Really Got Me” was built around power chords (perfect fifths and octaves) and heavily influenced later rock musicians, particularly in the genres of heavy metal and punk rock. Built around a guitar riff played by Dave Davies, the song’s lyrics were described by Dave as “a love song for street kids.”[3]

“You Really Got Me” was released on 4 August 1964 as the group’s third single, and reached number one on the UK singles chart the next month, remaining for two weeks. The song became the group’s breakthrough hit; it established them as one of the top British Invasion acts in the United States, reaching number seven there later in the year. “You Really Got Me” was later included on the Kinks’ debut album, Kinks. The song was covered by American rock band Van Halen in 1978, reaching the Billboard Top 40.

Background

[The original demo version of ‘You Really Got Me’] had very way-out words and a funny sort of ending that didn’t. We did it differently on the record because [this original version] was really rather uncommercial.

– Ray Davies[4]
“You Really Got Me” was written by Ray Davies, the Kinks’ vocalist and main songwriter, sometime between 9 and 12 March 1964.[4] Created on the piano in the front room of the Davies’ home, the song was stylistically very different from the finished product, being much lighter and somewhat jazz-oriented.[4] Ray said of the song’s writing, “When I came up with [‘You Really Got Me’] I hadn’t been writing songs very long at all. It was one of the first five I ever came up with.”[4]

During the spring of 1964, Ray Davies played an early version of “You Really Got Me” on piano to rock photographer Allan Ballard during a photo shoot. Ballard later remembered, “It was quite a small, pokey, Victorian Terrace, a bit scruffy, and in the hallway they had an upright piano. Ray sat down and plonked out, ‘Der-der, der, Der-der!’ He said, ‘What do you reckon to this?’ It meant nothing to me at the time, but it ended up as ‘You Really Got Me’.”[5]

Ray, initially planning for the song to be a “more laid-back number”, later played the chords of the song to brother Dave Davies, the Kinks’ lead guitarist. However, upon hearing the track, Dave decided that the riff would be much more powerful on a guitar.[5] Ray said of the track’s change to a guitar-centred track, “I wanted it to be a jazz-type tune, because that’s what I liked at the time. It’s written originally around a sax line … Dave ended up playing the sax line in fuzz guitar and it took the song a step further.”[4] The band then began to perform the new track in some of their live shows, where it was well received.[6]

In 1998, Ray said, “I’d written ‘You Really Got Me’ as tribute to all those great blues people I love: Lead Belly and Big Bill Broonzy.”[7] Dave cited Gerry Mulligan as an inspiration, saying, “Ray was a great fan of Gerry Mulligan, who was in [the Jazz on a Summer’s Day movie], and as he sat at the piano at home, he sort of messed around in a vein similar to Mulligan and came up with this figure based on a 12-bar blues”.[4] Dave has also said that song had been inspired by Jimmy Giuffre’s song “The Train and the River”.[8] According to the band’s manager, Larry Page, the song’s characteristic riff came about while working out the chords of the Kingsmen’s “Louie Louie”.[3] Lyrically, the song was said to be influenced by an encounter with one of the band’s “first serious female fans.”[4][9]

Recording

When I first heard [“You Really Got Me”], I said, “Shit, it doesn’t matter what you do with this, it’s a number one song”. It could have been done in waltz time and it would have been a hit.[6]

– Shel Talmy, producer of “You Really Got Me”
The song was recorded by the Kinks at least twice in the summer of 1964. The band’s demo was in a “bluesy” style, while a full studio version recorded in June was slower and less emphatic than the final single.[10] Although the band wanted to rerecord the song, their record company Pye refused to fund another session on the ground that the band’s first two singles had failed to chart.[6] Ray Davies, however, hated the original recording of the track, threatening that he would refuse to perform or promote the single unless it was rerecorded.[6] Manager Larry Page also refused to publish the original recording.[6] When Pye stood its ground, the band’s own management broke the stalemate by funding the session themselves.[11] Ray Davies’ adamant attitude on behalf of the career-making song effectively established him as the leader and chief songwriter of the Kinks. Davies later said, “I was floundering around trying to find an identity. It was in 1964 that I managed to do that, to be able to justify myself and say, ‘I exist, I’m here.’ I was literally born when that song hit.”[12]

The influential distortion sound of the guitar track was created after guitarist Dave Davies sliced the speaker cone of his guitar amplifier with a razor blade and poked it with a pin.[13] The amplifier was affectionately called “little green”, after the name of the amplifier made by the Elpico company, and purchased in Davies’ neighbourhood music shop, linked to a Vox AC-30.[8] In 2014, Dave Davies accused brother Ray of lying about participating in Dave’s guitar distortion sound. Dave wrote on his Facebook page, “My brother is lying. I don’t know why he does this but it was my Elpico amp that I bought and out of frustration I cut the speaker cone up with a razor blade and I was so shocked and surprised and excited that it worked that I demonstrated the sound to Ray and [Kinks bassist] Pete [Quaife] … Ray liked the sound and he had written a riff on the piano which formed the basis of the song ‘You Really Got Me’ and I played the riff on my guitar with my new sound. I alone created this sound.”[14]

According to recent Kinks’ releases that give full official performance credits of the track, group members Ray Davies (vocals and rhythm guitar), Dave Davies (lead guitar), Pete Quaife (bass) are joined by session men Bobby Graham (drums), and Arthur Greenslade (piano).[15][16] Regular Kinks drummer Mick Avory plays the tambourine.

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On The Day That Scott Evans Moved To Gallier Street, All Of The Neighbors Were Peeping Out Their Windows

On The Day That Scott Evans Moved To Gallier Street, All Of The Neighbors Were Peeping Out Their Windows

Who was this eccentric man, Scott? He drove an old pickup truck, appeared to be loner and just did not look adequate.

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Neighbors on Gallier Street were feeling a bit unsure watching the big, stocky, beer belly, receding hairline, ‘zonked-out’ looking fellow move tirelessly to and from his truck, garage and house.

Was Scott way out of the league of his new neighbors? The Gallier Street homes were elegantly polished, 2-storied with plush, manicured lawns and nestled around a shady, spacious and green public park.

Scott wore a blue jeans that were way too small, and a small sport shirt that rose up on his protruding gut. Soon it became apparent that Scott was unloading miscellaneous furniture, tables, chairs, a grille, giant coffeemaker, cookware, plates and cups. Scotts’ moving in became even more suspicious when he started arranging tables and chairs.

What added to the suspense was Scott carrying bottles of wine, trays and boxes of foods. Now it all seemed like a party preparation.

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Within a couple of hours……

Scott had meat grilling and coffee and other foods setup and ready. Afterall, Scott did have a wife and she arrived just in to put out furnishings and other items that people would be in at she and Scott’s sale. Slowly and surely, neighbors came out of their homes, introduced themselves to Scott and his wife.

So, Scott’s move to Gallier Street turned into one big, barbeque grilling, block party, garage sale and welcome celebration. It extended into the park and all of the neighbors and community pitched in…

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How To Throw A Killer Garage Sale

By Thorin Klosowski
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Here’s How To Do It!

If you live on a street that gets a lot of foot traffic you can pretty much throw your stuff onto the corner and call it a day, but if you don’t have that luxury you need to plan a little bit ahead of time. So, before we get into how to actually throw your garage sale, we have to advertise it as best as possible.

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Here’s a step by step guide:

  1. Put posters everywhere: Put posters up in your neighborhood, at community centers, and local shops.
  2. Advertise online: Put a posting on Craigslist, eBayClassifieds, and YardSaleSearch. Don’t just post “Cool furniture.” The more descriptive you are of your actual merchandise the better chances you have to reel people in. Have an antique Herman Miller chair? Mention that—even it’s beaten up and covered in a thick layer of cat hair. Read more at: article source
  3. Mention snacks: The promise of snacks can draw pretty much anyone to anything.
  4. Include all the details: Finally, make sure to include your full address, time of the sale, and the date (Don’t write “today.” That means nothing to a random passerby. Fridays and Saturdays are supposedly the best) of the sale. Give it a few days to seep in, Read more at: article source

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“How Matt and Carlin got their Groove back”

“How Matt and Carlin got their Groove back”

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Although Matt and I were married for 3 1/2 years, my advice to anyone in a raunchy relationship has been to “get out fast”. That is until recently.

I always suspected that Matt was still using drugs, eventhough, he had sucessfully finished rehab.

We live in a quaint suburban home, and we were comfortable until the challenges came bit by bit. All of our social and party life ended. We snobbed our friends and they snobbed us back.

One morning, I opemed the door of the car and the back seat was a mess. Paper strewn everywhere. I could not believe that Matt was retaliating because I had been giving him the cold shoulders.
Obviously. when Matt went to empty the trash last night, he emptied it in the car. He said he did not do it. So in utter disgust, I took to silence, which ended any dialogue of accusations.
Matt had a job interview on this very same morning, and I was his driver.

We only had one car now which was one of our struggles. So, I preceded to drive Matt to his interview.

All the time, I kept thinking Matt was a horrible beast, who was on drugs and without a job and beset in acts of evil.

Matt told me earler that his layoff was due to the company cutting back. My thoughts were, “whatever”. And, no matter my mood at being consumed with Matt, I was detetmined to get him to his interview, on time

So, I immediately hopped onto the freeway. I was within 15 minutes and 4 miles away from the prospective job. My driving at 30 mph, I assumed, was a perfectly-timed speed. I then hopped off of the freeway and, was nearly there.

As risky as it may have been, I reached behind. to the back seat to get my cellphone, from my purse. In doing so, immediately Matt grabbed my hand. I thought in an instant… “WAS THIS MATT”? …”trying to be romantic” ? And, in a demanding voice, I said. “Matt let go of my hand”!

Matt bounced an immediate reply, “I don’t have my hand anywhere near yours”! I looked at Matt and his eyes stared into mine. Yet, I was continuing to drive. Together, we looked at where his hands were placed. And then we looked at my extended hand that was clutched by a hairy long finger….

We both screamed in terror, “WHAT”?

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Matt didn’t make the interview because I loss control of the car, which crashed into an unoccuppied bus stop. And what luck it was that no people were standing there.

Matt and I both sustained major injuries. We were both taken to the same hospital with our beds perpendicular to each other. We both went through therapy and recovered.

Long story short… Matt was called back to work and promoted to a CEO position . We now have 2 cars. Matt did not ramshack the back seat of the car. It was that vermin raccoon that also put us in a car accident. Might I add too, Matt’s drug result was proof that he was no longer a user.

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LATE TO WORK HAPPENINGS

Why I Was Late for Work Today

By Jeremiah Budin

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8:15 a.m.: Woke up right on schedule, with plenty of time to make it to the office at exactly nine, presuming that everything would go perfectly, which I always do.

8:25 a.m.: Out the door, still on schedule. Experienced unforeseen delay when it took me ten minutes to walk from my apartment to the train station.

8:35 a.m.: Experienced another unforeseen delay when the train was not, as I assumed it would be, waiting for me at the platform when I arrived. Screen said that next train wasn’t coming for another six minutes. Texted boss, “Ugh trains!”

8:37 a.m.: Calculated that I was still set to arrive at the office at 9:05 a.m., presuming that the causes of all of my delays thus far had now been resolved and that my train would go express, skipping every stop between my home and work.

8:41 a.m.: Train arrived. Experienced unforeseen delay when someone held the doors open for six seconds.

8:42 a.m.: Train got stuck underground for forty-five minutes, making stops that weren’t my stop.

8:50 a.m.: Woman next to me was playing music through her headphones at such a volume that I could kind of hear it. Would rather have heard the music clearly or not at all. This was not technically related to time, but it was annoying, so I feel that it should count in my general defense.

9:27 a.m.: Finally got off train.

9:28 a.m.: Other people exiting station at the same time as me forced me to walk up the stairs more slowly than I would have liked/believed that I deserved to.

9:29 a.m.: Experienced unforeseen delay when I decided to stop to get an iced coffee. Experienced another, even less foreseen delay when there was a person in line ahead of me. Texted boss, “Trains really bad again today.” Felt justified in blaming the situation on the trains because, if my train had been faster, I could have made it to the coffee shop before that other guy, who is probably rich and took a cab.

9:39 a.m.: Arrived at office.

9:41 a.m.: Fired for being late again.

10:19 a.m.: Trip back to apartment only took thirty-eight minutes!

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Honey…I’m Home! (A Pilot’s return from flights that were too often and, too distant)

Honey…I’m Home! (A Pilot’s return from flights that were too often and, too distant)

WAKE-UP CALL

by Pat Ferry, Mesa, Arizona

I was flying with C-130 cargo planes for several months, moving cargo all over the world. I would be gone for two to three weeks, home one day, then gone again for several weeks. Upon returning home late one night, I knocked on our front door.

“Who is it?” My wife called out.

“Pat,” I answered.

“Pat who?” she snarled.

I got her point and applied for a desk job the next day.

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Sick day? So you both took a chance on not reporting to work

Sick day? So you both took a chance on not reporting to work

The Rules for Calling in Sick When You’re Actually Hung-over

By Maureen O’Connor

A British police chief recently went public with his frustration over employees “throwing sickies to recover from hangovers,” or in American English, calling in sick because they got blasted last night. Being hung-over is, of course, a type of sickness — physical sickness, involving puke and pain — but it is also self-inflicted. Thus etiquette forbids us to equate hang-overs with contagious diseases and other HR-approved ailments.

Of course, if you are truly hung-over, there is simply no way you’re going to work. You’re puking too frequently to commute; you can barely focus your eyes. You are physically incapable of performing your job — and yes, it’s your own fault, and yes, you should really stop doing this — so right now, right this second, what are you going to do? Walk a police beat while dry-heaving? Sometimes you need a bogus sick day. But there’s a right way and a wrong way to do it. These are the three cardinal rules for calling in sick when you’re actually hung-over:

1. Do Not Speak of the Hang-over.

This is the most important rule, and it is necessary for two reasons: first, plausible deniability. Second, politeness to those more responsible than you are. They all refrained from partying their faces off last night so they could be here today, doing their work. Now your selfishness means they’ll be forced to work overtime to pick up your slack, effectively punishing them for their responsible behavior. And chances are they know you’re not sick. They saw you yesterday; they know you weren’t “coming down with something.” Maybe they saw you switching into your party shoes before you left the office; maybe they saw a stray photo on Instagram. (Delete those before you call in.) But as long as nobody says “hang-over,” you can ignore the drunk elephant of immaturity lurking in the room.

2. Do Not Lie About the Hang-over.

When “throwing sickies” for illicit reasons — hang-overs, playing hooky, emotional distress, just needing a day to chill — you may feel tempted to invent an excuse. Do not give in to this temptation. Using your annual allotment of sick days, one at a time, over the course of a year, is allowed. Lying to your boss is not allowed. So when you are too hung-over to work, just say, “I’m using a sick day.” Do not elaborate. Do not invent a “24-hour bug,” “crippling migraine,” or “food poisoning from leftover tacos.” Your excuses will sound fake, because they are fake. If your boss questions your sick day (she won’t) refer perhaps to being “physically sick” (you are) and leave it at that (but she won’t ask, so don’t even worry about it). Out of respect to the actually sick people of the world, you must not engage in sickness appropriation. Take a sick day, then shut up.

If you work in a place that requires doctor’s notes when ill, quit your job because that’s fascism. If you can’t quit your job, you’ll have to flop on over to the nearest CVS Minute Clinic to waste a co-pay on “dehydration.”

3. Never Use a Sick Day After Drinking With Co-workers.

No matter how visibly and shamefully drunk you were at last night’s good-bye party for Gladys from accounting, you must not take the next day off. Not even if you’re coughing up beer cans. Not even if you’re vomiting blood. When you booze with co-workers, you lose all plausible deniability, which means taking a sick day off now is the rudest of all “sickie” offenses. If you take this day off, you will be spitting directly into the faces of those noble martyrs who came to work today in spite of their headaches. Or who deprived themselves of alcohol in the name of responsibility. If you call in sick the day after drinking with co-workers, you will be the skunk at the party, the shame of the water cooler, the guy nobody invites to happy hour ever again. Even if nobody says “hang-over” out loud, some drunk elephants are too large to ignore.

And worst of all, if you throw a sickie after co-worker boozing, your boss will find out. Such is the fate, it seems, of the sickie-throwing cops of the Essex police department: “There is a group — a small group, but a group nonetheless — abusing the process. If they can’t get time off, they take it sick. If they have a heavy night, on occasions they are taking days off,” the police chief said, likely setting off a series of knowing nods from cops who are sick-to-death of covering for drunks. “Every time someone throws a sickie they are letting their mates down, they are letting the community down. And the only people who suffer are their friends who then have to pick up their workload.” Even the police union “agreed that sickness had got out of hand” (but they argued that stress relief, not punitive action, was needed). Once acknowledged, hang-over sick days will never again be allowed to slide. Taking hang-over sickies is like pretending to believe in Santa well into your teens for gift-abuse purposes: If you speak of the truth, acknowledge the truth, or enter a situation in which the truth cannot be ignored, then the jig is up.

You definitely shouldn’t write a blog post about using sick days for hang-overs. But if you do, be prepared to avoid eye contact with your boss for the rest of the day.

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Why I No Longer Commute to Work

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Janey was always the one. She was. shapely, tall and pretty. She knew it because guys were always swooning her.

As every weekday morning, Janey would pick up five co-workers: Lorna, Lindsey, Amy, Dawn and Carmen in her spacious golden brown Audi. We head to our job at Crimwinkle and Snowden, a very prestigious marketing firm that distributed household supplies. We were all marketing representatives, and our jobs demanded the highest standards in our appearances and attitudes.

This was a good reason why the six of us were so lax and loose behavior on our way to work. We laughed and joked about the silliest of things.

But, at some point there was a guy quite handsome looking staring at Janey. He appeared quite irritated. Janey said “Wow” he was quite cute and took his behavior as a come on. We co-worker/ride sharers didn’t know what to make of it.

The guy beckoned Janey to pull over so he could talk with her.

She did and he gave her a hard punch in the face.

This was a morning of a Ravenous Rage! I may be telling it from a ride-sharer-onseer perspective, but it happened to me, Janey. My friends never commuted to work with me again. And, it was such an embarrassment that I quit my job Crimwinkle and Snowden

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