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Michael Nesmith still amuses me


So, I may have spoken of my incredible love for Michael Nesmith once or twice. Have you read my post about my first meet and greet with him? No? Here you go, I’ll wait. See, I wasn’t kidding.

Anyway, he’s been working on a live CD from his Fall 2013 Movies of the Mind Tour. They’ve been working on putting all the packages together. His son, Christian, just posted this picture on his Facebook page with the simple caption “The aftermath.”

Jessica, Christian and Michael Nesmith

This just makes me smile.

Michael Nesmith on the Return of the LP


Michael Nesmith just posted this to his Facebook page.

I have been busy finishing up the collector’s edition CD’s of my Movies of the Mind concert live album. It’s been a long time since I have worked on releasing a CD. It seems odd. Weirdly old fashioned. Things have changed so much.

I think the three Editions are coming along well and they look nice. They are signed and numbered like an artist’s run of prints, beautifully packaged with collector’s goodies and they are priced like first editions are – which is to say expensive — but there are only a few hundred of each.

The landscape of recorded music is such unusual territory these days it is hard to know what to do. For instance part of the Super Deluxe Edition – sold out, thank you for that – has a vinyl LP in the set.

I put it there because of the advice I was getting from Andrew Sandoval, the producer of the Editions, as well as collectors and fans who said it would be a good addition.

It’s a puzzle to me.

I remember how happy I was when the CD came along and made the LP obsolete. No more pops and scratches – no more hiss – no more distorted highs and muddy lows. I was thrilled.

Then software started popping up to reintroduce all those things digitally and finally the LP itself knocked at my back door.

“Who’s there?” I wondered.  “You!!?? I thought you left.”

“No” said the LP, “I have been hanging out in the back yard with the compost pile until I saw the light from your computer inviting me back in. It really smells out there. I don’t belong with all that garbage. Can I come in?”

What could I say? I let him in. (The LP is male – figures)

So there is a 12” inch LP in the Super Deluxe Edition of 200. I put songs on the LP that I have been sketching for a while and some performances from the Spring Tour.

The “new” songs have been around for awhile. They are part of a section of my music garden I have been working on and are still fragile buds – tiny – I’m not even sure what species – maybe a fruit – maybe a vegetable – some kind of plant, in any case. They are pretty little things and have a good aroma and they are attractive.

The first song-bulbs are split and now repotted in the LP but still in the download section of Videoranch. The Videoranch files are digital of course – they don’t sound like the LP. Nothing does, actually.

As I say there are three collectors’ Editions and the Super Deluxe and Deluxe are sold out. There are around 200 of the Standard Edition still available.

I will bring those last 200 with me to the Monkees convention. They don’t have the vinyl LP but they are a lot cheaper than the other two.

I worry, too, about bringing my solo merch to the Convention. I figure Monkees fans want Monkees stuff and not my solo work. My Monkees fan friends assure me this is not the case so I am bringing Nez stuff — but I have real trepidations about it.

Those same trepidations apply to my solo show and the Q&A Session that are set up for the Convention. I’ll do the Movies of the Mind show like I wrote it but I decided at the last minute to throw in an extra Monkees song.

The Q&A session was a bit of a problem to solve. I didn’t know quite what the Convention hosts wanted but they gave me pretty much free reign to set it up however I wanted so I took it.

I thought a long time and finally decided to invite Rachel Rosenfelt Publisher and Editor of The New Inquiry magazine to ask the questions. She is bringing another editor from TNI with her; Rob Horning. I gave Rachel and Rob the permission to ask me anything.

The three of us will be talking about all things Monkees from what I hope is a high and interesting perspective. Both Rachel and Rob are wicked smart, both are young – Rachel is 28 and just recognized by Forbes magazine as one of the brightest and best “30 under-30’s in the U.S.” – both are deep thinkers and avid Monkees fans. I think it will be a good session.

I hope they don’t ask me about LP’s though. I am clueless as to the appeal. If they do maybe I will just bust into a crazy non-sequitur song like “Shrimp Boats are A’Comin”. That makes as much sense to me as a vinyl LP.

Still, overall I am happy to be working hard on this Editions release and the Convention. I am getting more and more excited to be going – the LP mystery notwithstanding. See you there.

Nesmith Mind Movies


Michael Nesmith posted this on his Facebook page just a bit ago.

His caption? “Coming soon to a mind near you. Fall 2013. Rated Infinite”.

This is an excellent way to describe one of his shows – he talks about the story that goes with the song as if it were a movie.


Mike Nesmith is Home Again


This is Mike’s Facebook post from earlier today.

Home again Home again.

Beautiful weather lovely lawns fragrant flowers — the pastures of heaven – or so Steinbeck had it.

A slow dawn walk reveals the perfect food.

A sugar cookie.

I gave Dale four this morning.

I can hear the rustling of the anti-sugar faction and the anti-gluten faction and the anti-butter faction – I have also seen recipes that include cream of tartar and a little vanilla and some almond flavoring – and I suppose there is a faction somewhere for or against each of those.

I appreciate everyone’s concern but ever since Joanne did not win the Pulitzer I have started to treat most of these concerns as a matter of opinion and look elsewhere for Principle.

My opinion is that the sugar cookie is one of nature’s perfect foods. Better even than an avocado which is clearly one of nature’s greats. Or the tomato – now redeemed from its long dark night as a toxin.

There are some among us who taste soap for cilantro and some who cannot eat meat or nuts or shellfish. I feel their pain. There are probably some things I cannot eat — I have not found them – but I can imagine it would be a drag to perceive something good as forbidden.

I am – to my everlasting joy — an omnivore which gives me a huge advantage on the road. Just the variations from burger to burger are minute but non-trivial.

The only barrier I have to food is the process of eating. Turning it from a wonderful thing to see and smell into a wonderful thing to taste and feel.

Food ergonomics are an enormous problem for me– especially on the road.

Paul and I went to the Carnegie in NYC and the two toothpicks in his sliced sandwich were almost twelve inches long. He had bratwurst – or maybe it was liverwurst – that came in a tower on the plate that was so high it wiggled when the server set it down. Hence the foot long tooth picks. It was hard to get on the table in one piece and impossible to eat by hand. The Earl of Sandwich would have been seriously honked off.

Paul tried to eat it with a fork.

I looked up from my Rueben a couple of times to see how he was doing – and he was muddling through with the help of tools – but the Rueben had me in a food ergonomics head lock so confusing that I couldn’t pay too much attention to Paul’s sandwich battle.

The Rueben was a messy mass of edibles that looked like a lake on my plate. The melted cheese had bonded all the ingredients in a clump and any rye bread was lost underneath a mountain of pastrami, sauerkraut and Thousand Island dressing — or in this case Billion Island dressing. (I ordered a Pastrami Rueben just for a little variation.)

I had to use a knife and fork and spoon and both hands and twelve napkins – more to defend myself than to beat the Rueben into submission. Finally the Rueben won. I only ate about a third of it – which is to say about four pounds. It cost 30 dollars.

Back here in my sylvan glen I gaze out upon nature’s order with refreshed eyes and a new appreciation for the simple and profound. As far as I know there are no car chases going on or sirens or lockdowns, threats or panic in these quiet woods — the awful stuff of opinion and struggle.

It is simple here.

Birds sing songs. Stinks eats Toots food she leaves in the bowl. Toots eats the sugar cookies I buy at the Safeway.

There is truth in nature. It is simple and ever present. It calms me. She provides things I can eat with one hand and one or two bites. She gives me ingredients and gentle persuasions about how to combine them. A little of this and a little of that — then taste it – eat it or don’t. It is always up to me and it is always a gift from the natural order.

Like sugar cookies.

I truly loved being on the road and meeting people and playing for them. I loved the people I was on the road with — Sam and Brock and Jessica and Tori and Boh and Paul and Joe and Chris and Cowboy — all traveling together in our merry caravan exploring the countryside and its friendly folks.

And now I am glad to be home. The place I live.

Michael Nesmith is the Awesome


So, the hubster and I had tickets to the Michael Nesmith show that was at the Birchmere last night.

He was in top form, performing loads of solo stuff that spanned his 50 year career. He started the show by explaining that all his songs are like mini movies in his head. Before each one, he’d explain the vignette to us. So cool – it totally puts you in the right frame of mind for the song. One of my favorite songs from the setlist is Silver Moon. When I knew he was coming up to that point, I shot video of the explanation. (I absolutely adore his speaking voice. He could read a dictionary to me and I’d be spellbound.)

We also had passes to the Meet & Greet after the show. Strict rule – 1 Monkees item only, unlimited solo stuff. My husband was in line ahead of me. I shot video of his time with Nez. The beginning of it amuses me – his handler, Tori, asked why I was so serious, I whispered my response – “Because that’s Michael Freaking Nesmith.”

Notice that I didn’t drop the camera or squee like a fangirl when he smiled and waved at me…

When it was my turn, I had him sign the Monkees poster that I had in my room in the late 1980’s. Per my somewhat unusual request, he personalized it with “Listen to the Band”.

I explained that years of thought had gone into a tattoo decision and that I’d had an epiphany earlier in the day – the phrase / title “Listen to the Band” pretty much sums up everything in regards to music for me. Having that phrase written in his handwriting would allow me a very personalized tattoo that would really never go out of fashion.

**Updated 5/24/13 – here’s the tattoo a month later. I smile every time I see it. (The “Nez” was copied from our autographed Elephant Parts DVD.)**

The final wonderful moment of the night? I hate having my picture taken. At my brother in law’s wedding a few of years ago, my husband got a shot of me that has become my favorite. It’s been my FB profile pic for 4 years.

I pulled out my phone, showed Michael the picture and asked if he minded if I stood like that in the picture with him. I then said he could stand with his back to the camera as well. Guess what? HE TOTALLY PLAYED ALONG. He was even concerned that he wasn’t positioned like me.

How AWESOME is he? This is now my FB cover picture and I’ve cropped myself a new Profile shot.

He is absolutely gracious and kind. If you get a chance to meet him, please do. Make sure you treat him as personably as he treated us.

Mike Nesmith on great reviews and happy touring


Mike posted this on his Facebook page on 11/25/12. Happiness.

 Its hard to describe how much fun I am having performing and playing music live to an audience.

The Monkees concerts are so gratifying, as are my solo shows. There is a reciprocity in a live show that is not approachable from any other direction than live and real time.

The writer for the Chicago Tribune really caught the spirit. http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2012-11-17/entertainment/ct-ent-1119-monkees-review-20121118_1_tork-and-nesmith-monkees-daydream-believer

Can’t wait to get to NYC. Thinking maybe I’ll set up a solo tour for the US.

Thanks for all the support and wonderful response.

Mike on touring with the Monkees


Mike posted this on his Facebook page yesterday – 11/14/12.

Off to Minn Cleve Chi and Buffalo.

So far its been lots of fun –especially the Greek. I had a great time skating the stage in my Jimmy Choos and Mooging the Nightly — there is something particularly fun to me about an outdoor venue.

All my kids are in LA as well and were there — another plus. I am so happy Christian, my son and Jessica, my daughter are working on the tour with me.

The thing about Monkees music is there is no “thing” about it. It just sits there like a kid with chocolate all over its face and smiles.

Thanks to the critic at examiner.com for picking up on all this. Thanks to all of you grown-ups for letting the inner child take control for an evening. Thanks to all the children for being children.

Mike as Moog


Mike Nesmith posted this on his Facebook page earlier today.

Facebook has its charms — but it sets up a kind of spoiler/non-spoiler dynamic that takes some time and management un-anticipated a few years ago.

What I mean is that when Mick and I started doing the Mike as Moog bit in rehearsals we couldn’t get through the song for laughing. Then when Peter joined up he started laughing really hard as well.

So, we decided to do it for the show since it was so much fun. Mick and I set up a little routine to introduce it that included some old sort of corny show biz tricks — fun and goofy, but pretty well worn out — and we launched it at Escondido.

Predictably it was really laugh out loud funny and we had a great time doing it — and the audience all did great coffee, coke, and water spits.

Mick and I are almost use to it, but but we still get the “knobs” — those little tired muscles on each cheek that start to ache after a smile sticks around for about an hour. The “knobs” are a Bill Martin conceit (Elephant Parts) that has persisted because of its almost perfectly accurate description of an indescribable thing.

Mick and I get the knobs every time we do the bit. After the Escondido premier of Mike as Moog — the whole audience started getting the knobs — and we felt we were set to do MAM for the whole run — all the way to NYC.

Then somebody posted the Escondido bit on FB and — and, oops, there we were — the corny set up gag was blown so Mick and I had to figure our way around it.

I know a lot of you have no idea what I’m talking about –but I can’t help you in this post — so for those of you who do, here’s what we came up with:

We figure that Mike as Moog had a genuinely funny origin — I just started doing it while Micky was singing Daily Nightly and we started laughing so hard we couldn’t finish — that was all quite real and it was only the set-up we wrote together that went stale the moment the FB post of the Escondido show went up — so we decided to drop the set-up and just do Mike as Moog.

MAM is funny on its own anyway — and it adds to merriment of the moment without a word being spoken.

I have been practicing Moog bleeps and warps to gather some vocabulary.

I am surprised how many of them sound like the distressed laughter of chickens. Distressed laughter = laughing till you choke.

Not sure what all this signifies — but the 2012 Monkees Tour continues its unfoldment in the strangest of ways.

See you out there — way out there.


Here’s my video of Mike as Moog –


Mike Nesmith gets ready to tour


Mike posted this on his Facebook page yesterday, 11/7/12.

Here we go — Monkees on tour. Tonight at Escondido we’ll do a dress rehearsal for friends and family — then tomorrow we kick-off.

So far so good. Back up band sounds good. Mick and Pete are in fine form. I’m happy and working hard to learn all the songs — its been a long time, but I’m getting up to speed.

We got our security passes yesterday. I chose 010 — we have a hundred — numbered 001 to 100 — so I thought 010 would be a good one — since that is 4 — a little Davy token there. (ask a computer scientist — they will explain). Turns out Jessica, my daughter, chose the same number, but I excercised RHIP and glommed it from her anyway. She wanted it because her “number” is 10. I have no idea what she means by that — but she meant something. She usually does. She took 055.

Yesterday she brought some friends to rehearsal just as we were doing Daydream Believer and Micky held the microphone for one of them to sing along. It was delightfully awkward. Almost bizarrely awkward. I’m so glad Mike never heard back from Kevin Spacey.

All my kids and grand-kid have stopped by — listened and took pictures and offered constructive insults. Its been fun — and Christian has been a real plus for the back up band and its great having him here — and Jessica is working in the management.

I’ts one way to keep the kids around — play in a band and go on tour.

We will all be on the road as of this morning and it should be great fun.

I imagine much of this post seems obscure and cryptic to many — but that’s because a lot of it is Monkee-speak. Obsessed Monkees fans will know what it refers to — so you will have to ask one of them.

You can join if you’d like. Here are the chapters:

Sing no Evil.
Dance no evil.
Smell no evil.
Believe no evil.

Which one are you?

You will also have to learn the theme:

“We’re the past generation — and we’ve gone predictably strange.”

See you at the shows.