The Orpheum, L.A.


I went to the Orpheum in downtown L.A. on Saturday for a concert by Ray Davies, frontman of the Kinks. It was probably my fifth time at the Orpheum, now primarily used for concerts. As you can see, it's a little like entering the Palace at Versailles.
(Although few people at Versailles can have dinner beforehand at Clifton's Cafeteria.)
If you're a fan of the Kinks' late '60s period, this was the concert of your dreams, as Davies played such beloved, if little-known, chestnuts as "Autumn Almanac," "See My Friends," "Shangri-La," "Do You Remember Walter," "Waterloo Sunset" and "Days," the latter two being among the most lovely pop songs of the 20th century. (If you don't know them, hie thee to a record shop.)
This was one of my favorite concerts ever. And the venue was no slouch either.

A journalist for more than two decades, David Allen has been writing a column for the 

OK, this Davies guy may be one of the 20th century's great rockers, and he may have inspired generations of fans and followers, & he may have influenced countless musicians, & he may be one of those performers that are still being talked about generations hence.
But that doesn't answer the most important question we all have about his true significance: Are Muzak versions of his music being played at SavOn?
[Well, he's no Elvis Costello... DA]
Talkin' 'bout my generation...different group but the sentiment is the same. I wanted to go, but alas, Lola stood me up.
[L-L-L-L-Lola? Pardon my stutter. -- DA]