Like they say, nostalgia isn't what it used to be. Not being English or of a certain generation, I guess something about Village Green will always get lost in translation. The songs are unimpeachable, but I suspect that if I actually knew the places Davies was re-imagining, my memory would probably have a slightly more contemptuous flavor.Still, I'm on the critical bandwagon about the album — an English masterpiece that Americans can love too, much the way late Soviet era kids loved our blue jeans. The record's closer in particular is sweet, innocent, and goofy. But also maybe a little ambivalent. Why doesn't Ray want to see any more of those pictures anyway? Would actual representations of the past ruin the chemical magic of memory? That kind of preservation needs a little self-delusion.
The Kinks - People Take Pictures of Each Other
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