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The Kinks, ‘Autumn Almanac’

Thanks, Max, for giving us the space to write about our favourite songs from Britain’s third-best band of the 1960s. And yes, the Kinks were the sixties ‘third’ British band. Forget the Who, or the Hollies. Don’t dare mention Manfred Mann or Herman’s Hermits! In bronze position, behind the Beatles and the Stones, stand Muswell Hill’s finest.

The Kinks scored twelve top ten hits, and three number ones, between 1964 and 1967, with their last big chart hit of the sixties being ‘Autumn Almanac’. And if you needed an example of why many non-Brits might not choose the Kinks as the ‘60s third-best band, then this is the perfect record.

Not many pop songs talk of sweeping leaves, of crawly caterpillars, buttered currant buns, or of rheumatic backs. Nothing very rock ‘n’ roll there. Nor is there in the middle-eight: I like my football on a Saturday, Roast beef on Sundays, All right… It’s quintessential Kinks: tongue-in-cheek vignettes of British life. Not as famous as Terry and Judy from ‘Waterloo Sunset’, the unnamed aristocrat in ‘Sunny Afternoon’, or the legendary ‘Lola’, but every bit as vital. No wonder Blur’s Damon Albarn named ‘Autumn Almanac’ as his favourite Kinks’ record, given that he spent much of the nineties trying to recreate it…

But before it all gets too cozy and twee, Ray Davies turns his attention to British ideas of respectability, and the class system. This is my street, And I’m never gonna leave it… If I live to be ninety-nine… The singer is trapped in his lower-middle class environment. Everyone he meets, seems to come from his street, and he can’t get away… No social climbing allowed.

For this to be the Kinks final Top 10 record of the decade is fitting. It’s the culmination of their move away from the garage rock of ‘You Really Got Me’, through to more traditional, folksy pop. ‘Autumn Almanac’ is at one moment crunchy guitars, the next a trombone-led, music hall singalong.

But while it’s easy to claim that the Kinks were too ‘British’ for American audiences, leading to less chart success as the sixties went on; that’s not quite the full picture. The fact that they had been banned from touring the States since 1965 thanks to their habit of attacking one another on stage was probably a much more pressing reason.

Still, maybe it was a blessing in disguise, for the touring ban coincided with a change in their sound. Their hard-rocking early hits are great, but for me the classic Kinks period starts with the hilariously catty ‘Dedicated Follower of Fashion’, through ‘Dead End Street’, and the timeless ‘Waterloo Sunset’, to this. My answer might change depending on which time of year it is, but ‘Autumn Almanac’ will always be close to the top of my ‘Best Kinks Songs’ list.

Kinks – Autumn Almanac

This is a very sophisticated complex pop song…the melody and the way everything connects just fit so perfectly. This was released as a non-album single in between 1967’s Something Else by the Kinks and 1968’s The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society.

I love hearing this song around Autumn. Out of all the seasons, Fall is my favorite season of all. Like spring…it doesn’t last long enough. With Fall comes the relief of 95+ temps and 90 percent humidity here.

Waterloo Sunset' came to Ray Davies in a dream — FT.com

Ray has said the words were influenced by his Dad’s old drinking buddy named Charlie. Remember me saying that it was a complex song? It has around 19 different chords in it…songs written around this time had around oh… 3 to 5 chords. Comparing it to another Kinks song Dedicated Follower of Fashion… which had around 5 chords.

The best way I’ve heard this song described is by Andy Partridge (I have the entire long quote at the bottom) of XTC…he said it was like a miniature movie, basically, that unravels itself as you are listening to it...that is a perfect way of describing it.

The song was released in 1967 and it peaked at #3 in the UK, #13 in Canada, and #17 in New Zealand. At that time The Kinks were Ray Davies, Dave Davies, Pete Quaife, and Mick Avory on drums. On this recording, the in-demand session man Nicky Hopkins played the Mellotron.

Ray Davies: “The words were inspired by Charlie, my dad’s old drinking mate, who cleaned up my garden for me, sweeping up the leaves. I wrote it in early autumn, yeah, as the leaves were turning color.”

Andy Partridge of XTC on the song: It’s a miniature movie, basically, that unravels itself as you are listening to it, and it has all these little movements or scenes. And they all seem to take place in the kind of mythical cozy London that the Ealing studios always had in their films, like The Lavender Hill Mob. The song just keeps turning and changing; you see a new facet every few seconds. But there’s nothing unsettling about the fact that there are so many parts. Normally that would just be the death of a song, it would just scramble peoples brains.

The lyrics are very everyday. There’s no “calling occupants of interplanetary craft” in it. All the language in it is what you’d say over a cup of tea. It’s like a roller-coaster, but it’s not a high-speed chromium-plated space-age roller-coaster – it’s this slow creaking wooden baroque kind of roller-coaster. There are some lovely moments in it, like that sections that starts “Friday evening…..” It starts off in this mournful minor thing, and you think, “Oh dear, Friday evening, the end of something,” and then suddenly: “People get together” – it clicks into major, and becomes very optimistic. It just lifts your heart up another rung. And there’s something very plain and uplifting about [from the chorus] “yes, yes, yes,” this repetition of the affirmative.

The woodiness of “Autumn Almanac” is really appealing. Everything sounds like sticks and branches and planks. The whole song is wallpapered in dead leaves, as far as I’m concerned. The [the Kinks] touched on this same sort of thing later on, in “Shangri-La” and “Lavender Hill,” but it was more mannered, a bit more ponderous.

Damn, I wish I’d written this song. I’ll probably spend my life trying to. It’s such a huge ghost; my entire songwriting career has been trying to exorcise it.

Dave Davies: “I was playing through ‘Autumn Almanac’ [recently] and it’s a phenomenal recording. You can understand why it has lasted so long.”

Autumn Almanac

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack
It’s all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-colored yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac

Friday evenings, people get together
Hiding from the weather
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Can’t compensate for lack of sun
Because the summer’s all gone

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac

I like my football on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight

This is my street, and I’m never gonna leave it
And I’m always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine
‘Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I can’t get away
Because it’s calling me (come on home)
Hear it calling me (come on home)

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop-bop-boom-bop-bop-boom-bop-bop-boom-bop-bop-boom (whoa!)

Yes, yes