It turned out to be the induction ceremony for two year-old UK Music Hall of Fame, and for me it was very sad. It was great to see the original bad up on the dais: Ray, Dave, Mick, and Pete, and all of them were still funny. It's just that when it came time for the band to go on stage to play one of their songs, as all the other inductees had done, it was the Pretenders who went on instead, doing "Waterloo Sunset" as a tribute while Chrissie Hynde's ex and the rest watched from the audience. Halfway through I realized why. Dave the Rave, the brilliant lead guitarist, can't play anymore, at least not to the level he once did. And without Dave, there is no Kinks.
It's been awhile since Dave had his stroke, but it didn't dawn on me until that moment during "Waterloo Sunset" that there will never be another Kinks album. That makes me very sad. The Kinks are dead. Long live the Kinks.
In other news, it's in the sixties and raining cats and dogs out. Very un-almost-December-like weather.