I sat down and started to write a song on the old upright piano.
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I played these crude chords with my left hand and thumbed out a kind of
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a blues riff. I thought of a melody to go with the phrase
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"Girl, you really got me going
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you got me so I don't know what I'm doing"
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Then I called Dave in from the kitchen where he was having dinner
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with the rest of the family. And he picked up his guitar and plugged it in
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to the green amp. He started playing along with the riff I was playing
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on the piano and as the amp warmed up I heard that wonderful
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distorted sound. I taught Dave the song and some of our sisters came in
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to listen to it. Mum hovered around by the door, half afraid that the
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neighbours would call the police again.
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When we got through the song for the first time our small audience
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applauded. I'd written "You really got me" and it happened in the
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frontroom. Because all the important things happened there.
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Writing The Song (Dialogue)
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| Ray Davies |
