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The Monkees – Listen to the Band


As I’m in the DC area and we have the joy that is Hurricane Sandy coming to pay a visit, I’m gonna schedule a few posts in advance so that I can maintain my daily postings.

Today, I bring you the joy that is The Monkees – Listen to the Band. I love Mike’s voice on this song.

Mike Nesmith and Kevin Spacey


Mike posted this on his Facebook page yesterday, 10/3/12. I’m so glad my husband saved it as Mike took it down.

OK now this is getting out of hand — or maybe out of control — or something.

Apparently there is a fan group — Monkees fans — who have formed a large contingent to boycott the upcoming tour unless and until we invite Kevin Spacey to sing Daydream Believer as a tribute to Davy.

Now, I like Kevin. He is a close friend that calls all the time, at least he says he is Kevin Spacey, and we talk a
lot, but there are too many things that are just plain wrong with this, if I may be so bold as to scold.

First Micky and Peter and I are in rehearsals now and working very hard to put together a great show that includes a solution to what to do about Daydream Believer. We have some very good ideas, and we think they will work out well.

None of them include having Kevin sing, and as good a friend as he is — he calls all the time, really, like at 3AM and so forth — I just can’t agree to this.

Yes, I think David would like the Bobby Darin connection, and, yes, Kevin is a good singer, a really fantastic impressionist, but he is waaay too old, and he cannot, as far as I know do the Davy dance. Not that he would ever need to, but I don’t think he can do it.

I mean, he limped a little in Usual Suspects — but that is a very long way from the Davy dance — a really, very, very long way.

And now these so-called “fans”, as they call themselves, want to boycott this concert tour unless and until we invite Kevin to sing Daydream Believer at the end of the show.

I am beside myself with worry over this, and don’t know what to do. To have such a revolution among people who should know better and who have never even talked to Kevin as I have, sometimes for hours and hours when he was thinking about maybe leaving show biz, just makes me so sad and confused.

But for you “Spacey Cadets”, as I will now call you disparagingly, Peter and Micky and I have got this whole Daydream Believer thing right at the top of our list of things to bring to the concert in the best and right way. It is important to us, and we don’t intend to mess around with this. There are times when the Monkees just have to get serious and this is certainly one of them.

So, pushing us around, and making the three of us have agonizing conversations in the rehearsal studio, and sometimes during meals, even, is just not helping at all.

Please stop — and please do not boycott the shows, and please do not poison anyone else into boycotting the shows. I am asking nicely because I just don’t know what else to do.

These shows are going to be so much fun, and will represent the whole Monkees part of our lives so well, that you just don’t want to miss them. (Micky and Peter are sounding better than ever, BTW)

Mike Nesmith on that Monkees in the Hall of Fame question


As I’m still on a Monkees kick, I thought I’d put up this Facebook post of Mike’s from April, 14, 2012. I don’t care so much about the Hall of Fame issue – really – if the Moody Blues aren’t in it yet, what’s the point? I love his description of people in their own personal hurricanes.

“Should The Monkees be included in The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?”, you ask.

I’ll try to keep this short — may not work.

When The Beatles were recording Sgt. Peppers, Phyllis and I spent a few days with John and Cynthia at their home, and one in the studio with “the boys.”  That’s where those pictures of John and I come from – the “Day in the Life” session.

The minute I had the wherewithal –cachet and money – I raced to London and looked up John.

During the ‘60s it seemed to me London was the center of the World and The Beatles were the center of London and the Sgt Pepper session was the center of The Beatles.  It was an extraordinary time, I thought, and I wanted to get as close as I could to the heart of it.

But like a hurricane the center was not stormy or tumultuous. It was exciting, but it was calm, and to an extent peaceful. The confidence of the art permeated the atmosphere. Serene – and really, really fun.

Then I discovered the reason for this.

During that time in one of our longer, more reflective, talks I realized that John was not aware of who The Beatles were. Of course he could not be. He was clueless in this regard. He had never seen or experienced them. In the strange paradox of fame, none of The Beatles ever saw The Beatles the way we did. Certainly not the way I did. I loved them beyond my ability to express it.

As the years passed and I met more and more exceptional people sitting in the center of their own hurricane I saw they all shared this same sensibility. None of them could actually know the force of their own work.

With no intention of comparison of work, I am in something of the same position with The Monkees. It was one of my private hurricanes – long gone and calm now, leaving me with great memories and artifacts – but with a critical element hidden to me in a most profound way.

Indeed. I don’t even know what the element is.

Weird, I know. But there you have it.

With this latest group of inductees into the RARHOF, once again I see this campaign to induct The Monkees. I hear a lot of anger and sense a feeling of injustice among the Monkees’s (Monkeeses?) fans about The Monkees being “overlooked” or worse, somehow snubbed.

This all may be true. In this I am afraid I am the last person qualified to judge – or even opine.

I can see the HOF is a private enterprise. It seems to operate as a business, and the inductees are there by some action of the owners of the Enterprise. The inductees appear to be chosen at the owner’s pleasure.

This seems proper to me.

It is their business in any case. It does not seem to me that the HOF carries a public mandate, nor should it be compelled to conform to one.

And that may be the rub.

The main argument afoot is that popularity and the history and the work should somehow provide the HOF not only a mandate but also validation that should compel and convince them/it, and also be enforceable.

That doesn’t seem like a good argument, but as I say – I don’t know. I rode out the hurricane in the mobile home that is all that is left standing while all about it are vacant concrete pads and stubbs of power lines.

It would be nice if the Monkees were inducted – but frankly a bit odd. I would try to go to the show if I was invited, but I might not.

I am not for it or against it. I find myself somewhere between Axl Rose and Woody Allen – but very likely not for the same reasons. I imagine there are three very different drummers here.

The whole Monkees/ HOF question could use some good critical thought. But I have no inclination to do it. (Go over to The New Inquiry if you want to see how critical thinking is done. It’s hard.)

I have moved out and on from the pristine, intact mobile home left after the hurricane, to my own endeavors. I have met with great good fortune in the meantime and am happily free from these quandaries.

I have my Little Shop of Wonders –Videoranch www.videoranch.com — and I have happy horizons in every direction of thought.

Rays, everywhere, Rays. http://www.videoranch3d.com/100/100-059.html

Except this one.

So please, dear friends, don’t ask me about The Monkees and HOF.

I don’t have a clue.”

Mike Nesmith Touring with the Monkees Broke Ticketmaster


As I blogged this past Wednesday, Michael Nesmith posted on Facebook that he would be doing twelve shows late this year with Micky Dolenz and Peter Tork. As they don’t, at this time at least, have any shows scheduled for the DC area, the hubster and I decided that a Friday show in NJ would be the best bet.

I am a Ticketmaster pro. In the old days before the internet (yes, there used to be a time when everyone did not have a computer in their home), I’d head to the local TM outlet and wait in line for tickets. Then they went online and I learned to have the page loaded and to keep refreshing at onsale time. I’ve snagged second row seats to shows, fifth row to Paul McCartney, more ticket #1’s to general admission shows than I can count – it’s usually not an issue.

The word must have been out about these tickets going on sale. I have never, ever gotten a pop-up from Ticketmaster telling me basically to just relax as so many people are trying to buy tickets. I have never ever had the Captchas load so freaking slowly. I have never ever had so many pages that said from the first search right as tickets go on sale “nothing available”. I searched for 10 minutes before finally seeing a single seat available in what had to be the last row of the venue. After about 30 minutes what did I see?

SOLD OUT. In about 30 minutes. Man…

OK. On to venue choice number 2 – Huntington, NY. Their onsale was at 10:30. Again – with searching best available – nothing to look at, search after search. Finally found seats in the balcony in the back. Not worth it. Next show choice is Chicago with onsale at 11:00. My initial thought was tie the show in to a weekend visit with the big kid. After about six empty searches found seats about 30 rows back. Then I realized I’d have to pay $1,000 in airline tickets to get there. As the Medium Fry is in school, we’d have to fly in the afternoon of the show. In November. To Chicago. With my luck, there’d be a snowstorm here and there and we’d miss it. No Chicago for us.

As this is a concert I do not want to miss, I sucked it up and went to StubHub. I found 6th row seats at the Huntington Show. I would love to ask the seller what their secret is to Ticketmaster.

The Monkees are going on tour. With Mike.


I loved The Monkees. As a child, I watched the show on reruns in the 70’s. As a teen I watched MTV bring back Monkee mania. The first time I saw them in concert was July 4th, 1986, at the Sarasota County Fairgrounds. It was their 20th Anniversary tour and it was just Davy, Micky and Peter. It was amazing to the seventeen year old me.

Eleven years later, I was a married mother of two living in London. On March 19, 1997, I got to see the 30th anniversary show with Mike. Beyond amazing. I always loved his songs and seeing him perform them live was great. Fast forward to March 6th, 2001. We saw Davy, Micky and Peter perform in Atlanta. It was weird – it was all acoustic.

It is 2012. I still love the Monkees. I was saddened to hear of Davy Jones’ passing in February. I follow Mike on Facebook and posted his thoughts here. He’s very eloquent and sometimes verbose but he is a wordsmith and I enjoy reading what he writes.

For a month or so he’s been posting about a tour that he is doing in the UK this October. Yesterday, a cryptic post appeared on his page – “We may be coming to your town.” The Monkees Facebook page posted this –

At midnight EST Mike posted the following:

So the big news from here is that I made the most amazing gazpacho tonight — miracle gazpacho. A miracle because I have no idea how I did it and could never do it again.

But the really big news — astounding — is that I suddenly understand that it is the red Bell pepper that makes the gazpacho red — not the tomato — which is what I always thought. Amazing.

Another jaw dropper was that the only cracker I had left — a very nice garlic and chive flat bread cracker — fell out of the bag it was in because I was inadvertently holding it upside down and it fell on the floor and broke into dozens of pieces.

So just as I was about to eat the miracle gazpacho the only cracker I had was useless in pieces on the floor. Talk about drama — man its just so hard sometimes.

But that’s all the news from here. Nothing else much to report. I see they put a car on Mars — that was kind of amusing of course.

And Micky and Peter and I are going to do twelve concerts in November here in the States.

That’s really all I’ve got. Going to bed now. I’ll post pictures of the cracker and the gazpacho tomorrow, maybe. Maybe not.

And then look what I found on TheMonkees.net –

Some people are upset that this tour is happening after Davy is gone. Honestly, I’m not bothered by it. As a tiny peep, I might have liked Davy’s songs because they were cute but as an adult, they seem too sweet and a little contrived. Mike’s stuff was always my favorite. Seeing him do Listen to the Band / The Porpoise Song in London was a highlight of the show. I’m sure Davy’s hits can be done by Micky, or even another singer if they choose. The three toured for years without Mike and it’s OK with me if the remaining three tour without Davy.

Mike Nesmith on the passing of Davy Jones


Mike posted the following on his facebook page within an hour of the news that Davy Jones had died at 66. What an eloquent dude.

“All the lovely people. Where do they all come from?

So many lovely and heartfelt messages of condolence and sympathy, I don’t know what to say, except my sincere thank you to all. I share and appreciate your feelings. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. While it is jarring, and sometimes seems unjust, or strange, this transition we call dying and death is a constant in the mortal experience that we know almost nothing about. I am of the mind that it is a transition and I carry with me a certainty of the continuity of existence. While I don’t exactly know what happens in these times, there is an ongoing sense of life that reaches in my mind out far beyond the near horizons of mortality and into the reaches of infinity.

That David has stepped beyond my view causes me the sadness that it does many of you. I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality. I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane.

David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us.

I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels.”