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Ray Davies shot in New Orleans street - Telegraph
Ray Davies shot in New Orleans street
By Hugh Davies, Entertainment Correspondent
Last Updated: 12:04AM GMT 06 Jan 2004
The rock musician Ray Davies, a founder member of The Kinks, was treated in an American hospital last night after being shot in the leg while chasing two muggers.
The British songwriter had been walking in the French Quarter of New Orleans when the attackers grabbed his girlfriend and threatened to kill her.
Davies, awarded a CBE last week for his services to music, handed over all his money but was shot in the thigh while chasing the robbers.
The New Orleans chief of police, Eddie Compass, said: "I'm sorry for what happened but Mr Davies showed poor judgment in running after the individuals."
The 59-year-old musician, who is perhaps best known for his songs Waterloo Sunset and Lola, was released from a New Orleans hospital after doctors kept him in for observation.
Ray Davies shot in New Orleans street
By Hugh Davies, Entertainment Correspondent
Last Updated: 12:04AM GMT 06 Jan 2004
The rock musician Ray Davies, a founder member of The Kinks, was treated in an American hospital last night after being shot in the leg while chasing two muggers.
The British songwriter had been walking in the French Quarter of New Orleans when the attackers grabbed his girlfriend and threatened to kill her.
Davies, awarded a CBE last week for his services to music, handed over all his money but was shot in the thigh while chasing the robbers.
The New Orleans chief of police, Eddie Compass, said: "I'm sorry for what happened but Mr Davies showed poor judgment in running after the individuals."
The 59-year-old musician, who is perhaps best known for his songs Waterloo Sunset and Lola, was released from a New Orleans hospital after doctors kept him in for observation.
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article563500.eceNew Orleans - the ideal place to get shot
Away from the partying it was obvious to a dedicated follower of the city that disaster was around the corner
Ray Davies
I SPENT the early part of last year in New Orleans recovering from gunshot wounds received as I was being robbed. It happened in the early evening as I walked down a quiet street with my girlfriend. There was a football game in town and the streets near the French Quarter were empty. The police presence was elsewhere. The incident itself was over in a flash but it plays over and over in my head and perhaps one day it will make sense to me.
I found out later that there were fewer than 2,000 police in New Orleans at that time and it reached such a point that there was talk of the city was importing officers from Cleveland. Anyway, thanks to someone?s mobile phone, the police eventually got to the scene.
Later, as I was carried into the emergency room at Charity hospital, a doctor reassured me that ?New Orleans really is the best place to get shot?. They had, he explained, had plenty of practice.
The same week I was shot, I read that three other tourists were killed near to where I was attacked. Tourists were urged not to fight back after being mugged (I was continually reminded of this by the district attorney?s officials, who were critical of the way I chased the man who robbed my girlfriend).
There were additional complications to my injuries and my gunshot wounds were not as clean as first thought. Before I was taken in for my first operation, a priest came and gave me a little spiritual assistance. Later I was even serenaded by a nurse who whispered slow, mournful gospel songs in the style of Mahalia Jackson.
Away from the partying it was obvious to a dedicated follower of the city that disaster was around the corner
Ray Davies
I SPENT the early part of last year in New Orleans recovering from gunshot wounds received as I was being robbed. It happened in the early evening as I walked down a quiet street with my girlfriend. There was a football game in town and the streets near the French Quarter were empty. The police presence was elsewhere. The incident itself was over in a flash but it plays over and over in my head and perhaps one day it will make sense to me.
I found out later that there were fewer than 2,000 police in New Orleans at that time and it reached such a point that there was talk of the city was importing officers from Cleveland. Anyway, thanks to someone?s mobile phone, the police eventually got to the scene.
Later, as I was carried into the emergency room at Charity hospital, a doctor reassured me that ?New Orleans really is the best place to get shot?. They had, he explained, had plenty of practice.
The same week I was shot, I read that three other tourists were killed near to where I was attacked. Tourists were urged not to fight back after being mugged (I was continually reminded of this by the district attorney?s officials, who were critical of the way I chased the man who robbed my girlfriend).
There were additional complications to my injuries and my gunshot wounds were not as clean as first thought. Before I was taken in for my first operation, a priest came and gave me a little spiritual assistance. Later I was even serenaded by a nurse who whispered slow, mournful gospel songs in the style of Mahalia Jackson.