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Meet the band.

My mother tells a story about her parents visiting New York City in the late ‘Sixties. They stayed at the Waldorf, and one night as they walked out to hit the town, they happened upon a great commotion in the lobby. Cameramen everywhere, reporters, the works. My grandmama Cary walked straight up to one of the fellows in the crowd and asked him, “What’s going on here? Who are these people?” The man looked her straight in the eye and said, 

“Madam, WE are the KINKS.”