Where was the sloppiest Kinks show ever?
In Virginia, in the early Seventies. It was on a revolving stage, and during the first song I jumped in the air, fell on my head and knocked myself out, and was carried offstage. My brother [Dave] was drunk, so he had to sit down for the set [laughs]. The moment my brother could have taken over the band, he was too out of it! So Mike Cotton, our harmonica player, took over center stage and began doing “You Really Got Me.” I had to fight the ambulance crew to let me back onstage, because they sounded terrible without me. I did the rest of the set with my head bandaged up. Dave was known for playing at ear-shattering volume. Did you ever turn down his amp? Yeah. We had a guitar tech who worked out a device on the side of my amp, so I could control his maximum volume. We had Dave well in control. Are you kidding? Dave didn’t know you were doing that? He didn’t notice. The guy that took the heat was the monitor guy. We lost a lot of monitor men during that period [laughs]. But it had to be
