I saw a film last night (oh, boy) at the 34 Cleveland International Film Festival called “Do it Again.” It was a documentary about one man’s quest to reunite The Kinks. The guy in question, Geoff Edgars, is a writer for the Boston Globe, and there’s all sorts of mid-life crisisy, print journalism is dead stuff mixed into the general message that the Kinks (at the least the Davies brothers) don’t really want to get back together.
And, all of that made me wish that my brother was watching the film with me. Everything I knew about the Kinks to that point I learned from Rich - that the Davies brothers hated each other and that the band would never really be functional because of it (younger readers, think Oasis). But, most of my early musical knowledge came from Rich. He (like my dad) loves music - a passion that I have come to see as particularly male. Most guys I know (keeping in mind that I work in radio) are obsessed with musicians and playing music - not to mention hunting and gathering records and CDs - in a way women seldom are. I mean, I write about musicians and I listen to lots of CDs, but I don’t wrap my identity around this stuff. Even with working at Folk Alley, where I’m out at concerts and constantly talking about what we play (mostly with guys).
Going to concerts that I know my brother would enjoy without Rich often makes me feel guilty - and he lives far enough away that he can’t just pop up to Cleveland for Barenaked Ladies or John Wesley Harding. And, he’s not the only guy that I’ve had CDs signed for just to make me feel better. I’ve seen grown men become pale in the presence of their favorite artist - even our DJs (I’ll have to admit, I avoided seeing Peter Buck in his latest band when they played at the Beachland because I was afraid I would cry. And, I have avoid eye contact with Richard Shindell).
So, Rich, I’m sorry I went to “Do it Again” without you. If it comes to Louisville, see it with some of your guy friends. It’s really funny, and touching - in a super guy, non-manipulative way. And, I don’t think the Kinks are ever going to reunite. It would ruin the mystic anyway, so it’s probably just as well.