The Kinks - The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society
Pye
November 22nd, 1968.
Take a walk around the twee village green. A place with the potential for sunshine; also the potential for showers. A world that's big and wild and half insane relies on the village green to maintain a semblance of sanity - a place called 'home' keeps the soul in check. Where is your village green?
The Village Green Preservation Society imbues a lust and admiration for the beauty of British life. A broad sense of bucolic wonder permeates the material. Britain houses a wide net on culture, scenes, sights, and sounds. Snapshots capture these moments frozen still. Brief glances at what once was. Sentiments of a subjective time - what sentiment isn't? Beautifully drunk on the past - remnants of a lost land. The thoughts that once were so near are now so far away. The infrastructure - along with it the sights and sounds - is the same, but the feeling seems to have disappeared; the tangible taste in the air has taken off. The mind is a funny thing. So complex, yet so primitive - the slightest skew and it is put off of its axis. A machine misaligned by a grain of sand - a thought which upsets the entire ocean. Ripples which tip the sturdiest of sails.
Stare in to the sky, the sky stares back. It does not care. It does not have to. It has no sympathy for those that are doing what they were born to do; whether they realize that or not is completely up to them.
Bad luck, bad management, and bad behaviour would lead to The Kinks being blacklisted from the US - their contemporaries in The Beatles and The Rolling Stones would continue the 'British Invasion', although, ironically, The Kinks were undoubtedly the most 'British' of the lot.
God bless strawberry jam, and all the different varieties.
