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Imagine: Ray Davies, Imaginary Man, BBC One

Imagine: Ray Davies, Imaginary Man, BBC One

Absorbing and revealing portrait of The Kinks's leader and songwriter

Ray Davies takes time to do some imagining

"Compared to the way I feel now", said Ray Davies 50 minutes in, “having a nervous breakdown was a jaunt.” His voice was even, matter of fact. He didn’t look distressed, merely appeared to be stating what he thinks is obvious. Julian Temple’s documentary about The Kinks’s leader and songwriter was packed with such moments – revealing and so open that it was impossible not to be affected by Davies’s low-key passion. This assured portrait was more than the story of a pop star.

With Davies as a unique guide, Temple captured an alternative portrait of how the Sixties unfolded.

The broadcast of Ray Davies, Imaginary Man comes on the back of the release of Davies’s new album See My Friends, a largely disastrous set of re-recordings of songs from his back catalogue made with some ill-fitting and unlikely collaborators. It’s a cliché that The Kinks invented heavy metal with "You Really Got Me”, but a new version with Metallica plumbs the lowest levels of triteness. It's awful too.

As he walked through his London Davies sang and hummed his songs, and it really did seem as though he was a ghost, unseen, unnoticed by passers-by

Still, getting this contemporary recognition has been a long process. The Kinks’s American stadium-rock years were never gong to capture the British imagination. The Jam covered The Kinks during the punk period, but it was the Britpop boom that brought The Kinks hipster credit. The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society sold almost nothing in 1968, but it’s now acknowledged as a musical and observational classic. The path to being stitched into rock’s rich tapestry has always been faltering though – a fine career-spanning box set arrived only in 2008. America’s equally important Byrds got theirs – the first of two – in 1990. Ray Davies, Imaginary Man must be seen as part of this lengthy, intermittent reclamation process.

Ray Davies himself is no stranger to self-examination, which must partly explain why things can take so long in his world. Classic songs like “Waterloo Sunset" draw from his home town and family. As he explained last night, “Come Dancing” was inspired by events at odds with its upbeat feel – the death of his oldest sister on the Lyceum ballroom’s dancefloor on his birthday just after she had bought him his first guitar. His 1994 third-person autobiography X-Ray was an engrossing, yet detached, examination of what made Ray Davies tick.

But Davies hasn't limited himself to music and the printed word. He directed the film Return to Waterloo in 1985 and completed Weird Nightmare, a documentary about Charles Mingus, in 1991. These and the distance with which X-Ray was written suggest that Davies himself is well qualified to make a documentary about himself. But instead, Ray Davies, Imaginary Man was directed by Julian Temple, a film-maker with one foot in the culture he grew up with – caught in the documentary Joe Strummer, The Future is Unwritten – and culture from a slightly more distant past – his 1986 film Absolute Beginners.

 

Temple and Ray Davies have form. Back in 1982 Temple had directed the promo video for “Come Dancing” and its follow up “State of Confusion”. In long form and more recently, Oil City Confidential, his film about Dr Feelgood, the R&B outfit that presaged and inspired punk, was equal parts band bio, character study and a psycho-geographic examination of the band’s home turf, Essex’s Canvey Island. His 2010 film Requiem For Detroit? was an elegiac rumination on the depopulated and skeletal remains of the centre of Michigan city. It was no surprise that Ray Davies, Imaginary Man drew on and developed these approaches, the only new ingredient being BBC bigwig Alan Yentob.

Watch Julian Temple's video of The Kinks's "Come Dancing"

The poignant opening set the tone. Davies and Yentob strolled through the decay of Hornsey Town Hall – the setting for the embryonic Kinks's first show. Amongst the bric-a-brac lying around was a sign bearing the logo of Pye, The Kinks's first label. It didn’t look like a prop brought in for the cameras. Davies confessed that 1964, the year of the first Kinks hit, was “the year I was born”.

Yentob was largely unseen and unheard beyond this point. Although chatty, charismatic and warm, Davies’s descriptions of his outlook were at odds with his ease of delivery. At school he realised “it was not a good world I was going into”. He’s happy with his miserablism. “The songs will be here when I’m gone. I don’t ever feel I existed.”

As he walked through his London – Muswell Hill, Highgate, Trafalgar Square, Waterloo Bridge – Davies sang and hummed his songs. And it really did seem as though he was a ghost, unseen, unnoticed by passers-by. Early-morning joggers paid no attention to this singing man in an overcoat and hat. Only the intermittent clips of him recording the See My Friends album with the various collaborators broke the spell.

Bassist Pete Quaife died earlier this year and brother Dave was missing, but The Kinks’s drummer, Mick Avory, did appear. Conscious of the disconnect between The Kinks and the Swinging Sixties, he described the band as characters from Dickens. No matter how primped up they were, they still looked as though they had arrived from 70 or 80 years earlier. It’s the mood that bleeds through “Dead End Street” and its depiction of the reality beyond the Carnaby Street party. Davies said the coffin seen in the promo film “could have been pop culture”.

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Watch The Kinks's promo film for "Dead End Street"

Comments

I've been a huge admirer of Ray Davies ever since the 60's so was looking forward to this documentary. But I found it a sad disappointment. Very little was revealed about the man in this solipsistic and over reverential treatment by Yentob. It's become fashionable (at last) for younger musicians to 'sit at the feet' of Mr Davies and, whilst you cant begrudge him this over-due recognition, it's not good for rock icons. The cast-iron egos that are a necessary part of the job don't respond well to being lauded (look at Macca, regularly deified, and Donovan - whose now so far deluded by the affection shown to him as a likeable tunesmith that he thinks he's on par with Dylan and The Beatles). Far better was the documentary on Eddie Izzard, a really fascinating insight into the way he's clawed his way up to success. Notable that it hardly featured him at all. It was the perspective of others that made it good.

The only credit I give this documentary is the highlighting of how many great songs and sounds Ray created. I did not feel the footage matched the memories or spirit of the time (possibly because I grew up in a rural setting). Nor do I believe the 'pop up' style film footage was appropriate or helpful to understanding the Ray Davies story. Uneccessarily complicated!

I found the illustrative footage inserted by Temple increasingly irritating. As it is in the otherwise terrific 'Oil City Confidential'. It's like he's uncertain we get it. A shame because the captured moments of the subjects are engrossing. (also as some of the same 1950's footage was recently used in the Folk Brittania BBC 4 documentary you can see the BBC purse strings twanging). Not sure what Yentob brings to the party, a bit like we were never sure of the bookending intro's and outros' Bragg used to do on the South Bank Show. Did that mean he'd made the programmes ? Did Yentob influence the resulting conversation emanating from Ray Davies ? Whilst Davies was interesting about Davies you always need a counter and I thought Mick Avory did his best, but could have done with some support. However Davies has written a plethora of great songs and they will live on. This was a very worthwhile programme to make.

Ray Davies wandered through his North London world and gave some indication why the Kinks held a well loved and deserved place in 1960 pop culture. Sure there were intensely personal pieces of Davies life conveniently papered over and ignored. But I defy anyone not to warm to the man's warmth and heartfelt feelings for his own little sanctuary from the evil world outside. If he can continually write songs that touch a chord and stirs particular memories. He's alright by me. Bravo Ray and Mr Yentob.

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