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Friday, April 28, 2023

Imaginary Interview: Michael Nesmith [The Monkees]

It's been forever since ThermionicEmissions did an imaginary interview, having done them with Jimi Hendrix, Justin Currie, Jimmy Page, and, you know, other people. Since a non-guilty pleasure of mine is The Monkees, I thought I'd give it a shot. I have the distinct advantage of my subject being deceased, which cuts way down on legal threats, denials, and sending 'friends' to visit me.

Mr. Nesmith, so nice to see you.

You too, lefty. Call me Mike.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Neshmooth.

I take it you saw the show.

I don't want to say I was a fan, but I've seen every episode almost as many times as Monty Python episodes.

That's a lot. Wow, man.

We're nothing if not truthful. We also don't understand why sometimes we speak in the plural. It's more appropriate for Mrs. lefty, but we're nothing if not hungry. Have you eaten?

No, man, I'm dead. Does wonders for the appetite.

By comparison, your accent stands out a bit from your bandmates'.

Yeah, it took 6 months to learn. Normally I sound like John F. Kennedy, but the writers didn't think it was as funny as Texas. Y'all.

So how's death treating you?

Decent, thanks for asking. Not having to breathe takes a lot of stress off.

What kinds of stuff do you do?

Pretty much anything I want to.

Are there lots of guitars?

If you want.

Groupies?

To your specifications.

Do you ever get bored?

I kinda like it, actually. I was getting tired of the life thing. The fame was a drag sometimes, even after I stopped wearing the hat and started going bald.

That was ironic.

You're telling me.

Another of my deceased heroes is Frank Zappa, who appeared in a tv episode and your movie, Head. Have you seen him since?

Oh yeah, Frank was a bit put out to discover what things are like in the afterlife. He knew there was no God, but he wasn't expecting the No Smoking signs. The guy smoked like a city block full of chimneys.

Do you jam?

Seriously, man, have you ever tried to play his stuff? I'd have a better chance of coming back to life and doing it all over again as myself.

Well, yes, there is that. Maybe you can write with him.

Funny - we're working on a Death Opera. It's called "We'll never get this played." It sounds just like his other songs, but this time there's no chance at all of it ever happening. I hear some of his fans have demo tapes of it.

How did the movie company take to 'Head'?

They weren't thrilled at first.We pointed out that we had several other titles we put aside: Blow Job, Vagina, Cunnilingus, and anal. They decided Head was good after all. I actually liked Cunnilingus - it sounds Roman. "I, Cunnilingus, come to give pleasure to the women of Rome." The studio wives liked it too.

Speaking of hats, where did yours come from?

Funny story... the weather has always been a little weird in Texas. One day it was really cold and, check this out, I put it on my head and went outside. Since then, it's kinda been my thing.

Yeah, about that.... I went to buy one on your final tour and it was a truly sad experience. First, it wasn't even close to the color... it was more blue than green. Second, it didn't have 6 buttons on it. I felt kinda put out.

Those bastards! Our marketing department was... shall we say...  chemically disabled. Or just plain stupid. We think both: one led to the other. You shoulda seen some of the crap they sold on tour.  The keychains had our name spelled wrong, the t-shirts were printed by wallabees (and not the bright wallabees), and the coffee mugs had holes in them. Sometimes we'd sneak offstage to see what kind of trash they were selling to our fans. It was shameful. As a result, some weekends I haunt them, just for fun. Sometimes I put the bumper stickers over their faces while they sleep. Then I come back when they wake up. It never gets old. It has also improved the quality of everyone's merchandise too. Except ours. Don't piss off the dead.

As you know, I play the guitar, so it would be morally wrong not to go there. What were your favorite guitars and how many did you play or just have?

How the hell should I know?

Sorry, I can't help you there.

There was the main guitar - a Gretsch 12 string electric, that was used for many things when we started playing our own instruments. That was the source of a few loud disagreements.

Yes, the studio still has the holes in the wall. I saw a picture of you with a black, 3 pickup Les Paul.

Really?

Yes, you were playing live, as a guest with a variation of the Monkees.

Oh yeah, Blackie. Old Blackie - I almost forgot about her. Damn thing weighed 45lbs.  I had no idea Gibsons were that heavy.

Gibson is actually drilling holes in some bodies for weight relief.

So, like, instead of 45lbs, they're only 25lbs?

37, but who's counting. What did you use for amps?

Whatever was standing behind me. Since I'm from Texas, it had to be BIG. I think some idiot plugged me into an Acoustic p.a. once. He kinda limped out of the stadium and never worked in the business again. Since I'm tall, I wound up with a Marshall. I saw Jimi use them and thought maybe if I used one, I'd get some of his talent. Turns out it didn't work that way. Man, that guy was on fire - and this was before he set his guitars on fire. Many people think it was a publicity stunt. He set it on fire because the stupid Strat wouldn't stay in tune after he was done abusing the whammy bar. There aren't any pictures, but Leo Fender, Floyd Rose, and Ann Margaret used to visit him backstage, to help with his... problems. Leo didn't get the whammy bar issue fixed til long after Jimi was dead. Jimi was pretty good to me when I arrived here. It was like the old days again. We even had the Plaster Casters here, taking molds of our penises. I have no idea whether or not they're different from the ones they made when we were alive, but I don't care enough to check

Fender eventually bought Gretsch. And just about every instrument company they could. What would you think of a Nesmith model 12 string electric, as well as a red Monkees reissue? I hear the posthumous reissues do the best.

I think it would be nice, and would sell approximately 4 units, most to my family. I'd never see a dime from it. They used the same accounting system as the record companies, who are still sending representatives up here, claiming I owe them money. We just tell them to go to hell, and they head right back down.

I've looked for a long time and can't find either left handed. Do you think you could put in a word for me?

What kind of a (dead) person would I be if I didn't honor my host? The Dead have a special way of getting stuff. And I don't mean the Grateful Dead, although Garcia's around here somewhere. If you see him, please don't tell him he's dead. He doesn't know yet.

Tell me about the groupies. Who got the best and the most?

Well, the singer is always going to do the best - think about it... would John Bonham get a better selection than Robert Plant? So Davy and Mickey got quality, Peter and I got quantity.

I heard that you really hated Peter.

He's around here somewhere - you can ask him.  He doesn't come by often, after I threatened to kill him all over again.

Cancer is a bitch, especially more than once. Speaking of cancer, did you have any kind of dementia or Alzheimer's going on? I know it's a weird question, but you being dead and all....

You caught that. Yeah, it was a real exercise to get me onstage and to behave by the last few concerts. By the end, I tended to wander around the stage. It didn't seem to bother anybody. They all commented that my playing improved quite a bit since I forgot how to play.

Who were some fans we wouldn't think were fans?

Elvis was a big fan, as was President Nixon, Tiny Tim, and Spiro Agnew. We liked Agnew, but only for his name; he was never allowed backstage. Led Zeppelin was very kind to us, showing us the fine art of trashing hotel rooms. Peter Grant, their manager, was the Big Man on Campus. In fact, he was the Big Man Anywhere - he was a big man. He taught us how to stand up for ourselves and the precise place to knee promoters in the nuts if they didn't pay us the agreed-upon fee. Tiny Tim actually auditioned for what would become my role, but they didn't hire him because he was too much of a heartthrob, and that was Davy's character

What did the groupies wear?

All sorts of things. Some wore very little. It seemed the amount of skin shown was inversely proportional to their attractiveness.

There is something about your song Joanne that really gets to me.

Yeah, we put a lot of Studio Mojo into it so people couldn't help but feel that way.

Wow, that's some technology. Why didn't we ever hear about it?

Because the tv people co-opted it and it's used on every program and commercial ever made.

Englebert Humperdink told tales of incredible things thrown onstage when he performed: room keys, bras, notes with phone numbers, carburetors... Zappa made a quilt of underwear thrown onstage. What did they throw at you guys?

The usual: peanuts, Hendrix t-shirts, $5 sodas, you gotta understand, it was a different time. Things changed over the years too... after a while, they'd throw false teeth, wheelchairs, various medicines, but not the good kind, and the odd horse. Davy loved horses. In fact he's out riding now - I'll see if he can come by.

Did you ever drive the Monkeemobile?

Oh no, we weren't permitted. The insurance company said we were only to be inside of it, and away from the wheel at all times. To be honest, nobody could drive it: that damn chrome blower thing blocked the entire windshield. We had to drive with our heads out the window, which was hell when it rained.

Was life really a huge herd of groupies chasing you guys while you pushed a bed down the street in your pajamas?

Nah, that was Hollywood. They were prop pajamas we wore, while pushing a bed down the street, being chased by a huge herd of groupies. It was a very difficult scene to film. Eventually the director explained we weren't supposed to let the groupies catch us. It only took one more take after that.

What were your first concerts like?

I dunno. Don't get me wrong.. I was there, but the screaming was so loud, we could have been performing opera and no one would have known. This was before monitors, so we were clueless. Sometimes we found out we were playing different songs at the same time, but nobody noticed. Things got a lot better when we could hear ourselves, except for the fact that we could hear ourselves. It took some adjustment. Mickey was a born performer. He wanted us to set the show up like Vaudeville. The only problem was that the 3 of us didn't know what Vaudeville was. We discovered that no matter what we did the audience went insane. Eventually boredom got to us and we started to experiment.

With your music?

With the stuff we did onstage. We'd each try to one-up the others, to see how much we could get away with onstage, without actually playing any songs. Peter eventually won when he dropped trou and took a dump onstage. That's why Peter's the intellectual of the group. The audience was out of its collective mind. I think there were 5 heart attacks, 27 fainting, and 127 cases of Spontaneous Shitting. We tipped the cleanup guys heavily after that. Little did we know this would turn out to be a huge thing in rock and roll, especially with that Springsteen. He dropped trou too, but never completed the act. That explains why he always sounds constipated when he sings. Don't tell anybody.

No problem, I don't have that kind of readership. If I can get her attention, Mrs. lefty might read this. There are a few other loyal readers, mostly from foreign countries. They tell me that's what accounts for my very weird statistics. People typically come by, spend a lot of time looking around, then never come back again. They say this doesn't happen with any other blog.

Maybe it's because you have imaginary interviews, sometimes with dead people.

Excellent point, Mike. When I was tiny, I used to watch your show. I was a fan at 6. I never thought I'd be sitting here, chatting with you.

Aw, you make me feel old.

So long as I don't make you feel dead, I guess that's a good thing. Was Davy as short as he appeared to be on tv, or does tv add 3" to you?

Funny you ask... the producers tried everything they could and used all the studio trickery available, and Davy would only appear short on tv. In real life he was 6'7". They even tried lifts in his shoes, which he'd constantly fall off of. It was great schtick, but got tired after the first few hundred times he fell.

Did groupie 'technique' improve over the years?

I'm here to tell you that quality tended to win out. Either that or the good ones had more patience. Actually it was just penicillin combined with the Pill. It's a shame that our technique tended to wane over the years, although I'm not sure the girls knew... The only thing I really hated was afterwards, when they'd ask me which one I was. If I couldn't get it up, I'd tell them I was Peter.

You guys were quite a close-knit happy family.

Right up until we discovered automatic weapons. Chicago was the end of it, when the police, SWAT, the National Guard, and the Navy had to be brought in to stop us shootin each other up. That was the start of the Monkees without having 4 of us in the band.

Listen to the Band?

More like listen to parts of the band, not equaling the whole.

What band was your secret pleasure? What band did you want to join if you could?

I know I'll regret this, but I really liked Donny and Marie Osmond. I used to listen to them backstage, to warm up for our shows.

I wasn't expecting that one.

Nobody was. How do you think I made it through a tv show and years of touring? Today when I see a weight Watchers commercial with Marie, I still get a chubby. I mean, have you seen her?

I wasn't expecting that one.

As for bands I wanted to join... well... obviously the Osmonds. It would have made me the happiest rock star in the world to perform for them, to back them up, all the while being able to see Marie's butt all night. But I could only get lucky once in a lifetime, so I had to be happy with the Monkees.  I did want to join Led Zeppelin, but it came down to Page and me. Page won because he could smoke while he was playing. And he could do more heroin than me without blinking. Ozzy Osbourne said my hair was too wild.  Jimi and I were talking about something, but he said I was too white. What does that mean? I wrote a bit for Paul Anka, Marvin Hamlisch, and Dead Leppard. Like everybody else, I fell in love with Judy Blue Eyes, but Graham Nash never forgave me

Didn't you have any addictions?

I was kinda fond of tobacco.

Chewing?

Snorting.

Oh.

After things wound down, I didn't know what to do with myself, so I stopped my solo career and spent a few years in a White-Out induced fog. But I haven't had a snort in 33 years [applause].

What was it like having your son in the band?

That bastard?

Never mind. What was the groupie situation as time went on.

Well, things kinda dried up. Some wouldn't throw themselves at me until I put the hat on. Those were bad times

One thing sticks with me: you and Zappa had this look about you.... you were the smartest people in the room.

That's cause we were.

And you looked like you didn't suffer fools gladly.

That's cause we didn't.


Jimi said, "Flotation is groovy."  Was he right?

Oh, maaan, Jimi was always right, even if he didn't know what he was saying. The man was a genius. A troubled genius, who took a lot of drugs. I can't imagine playing guitar on that many drugs. But he was the best...


Mike, thanks for coming by. Or for coming back. Or something.  It's good to hear about you in your voice. Sorta.

Thank you, lefty. I feel better getting some of it out.


Stay tuned for the next interview, with... ummmm... the next interviewee.








Monday, April 1, 2019

Imaginary Interview: Mike Nesmith

From time to time, ThermionicEmissions interviews interesting people, usually ones who play guitar. Imagine that. So far Justin Currie (Del Amitri) and Jimi Hendrix (Jimi Hendrix) have appeared in these pages. Unfortunately the interviews are all one-way because.... can you see me trying to contact Jimi? Justin? "Hey, man, big fan. Would you do an interview for a blog with several actual readers?" Or "I thought you were dead, man..."

Inspired by a recent interview video on YouTube, I figured Mr. Nesmith (Nez to people who know him. I don't know him.) would be a prime target person of interest for the blog.



  • Nez (may I call you Nez?), it's so great to see you after all these years. I'm not sure what it is that's different.. must be the hat. No, wait, we're related (one pair of chrome domes).


  • Congrats on that Liquid Paper thing - your mom was a genius.


  • Where did the hat come from? Was it after a meeting of the Executive Committee? Did you know that your concessions don't sell the proper shade of green? And no choice of buttons.

  • You mentioned you're not a collector, even of guitars. What are/were your favorite guitars over the years? What is your desert island guitar?

  • The guitar-centric interviews always talk about guitars, but what about amps? I saw some old footage of you guys, dressed in white. You were playing a 3 pickup SG (LP) through what looked like a combination Marshall and Acoustic(?) speaker setup. Did you enjoy that? Where are you on the tube/solid state argument? What is your desert island amp?

  • Some of the Monkees interviews have taken time and experience into view, specifically about the external producers/band as a product years. You put your hand through a wall during a meeting with Don(nie) Kirschner. Can you tell me about that, along with any differences in your thoughts today?

  • Joanne is a song that really resonates with me. Can you tell me how it was written - by experience, perhaps? Did your writing methods change during and after the Monkees?

  • Aside from the obvious differences, how do your solo work performances compare to Monkees shows? Have you ever been chased by adolescent girls after a solo show?  <-- this is what we call a setup

  • I write some mean parodies but can't seem to cross over into serious songs. The parodies go over well but I think it's time to add real songs to the resume. Any advice?

  • Did growing up in Texas prepare you for stardom and fame around the globe?   <-- this is also what we call a setup, or a Really Dumb Question.

  • Does the quality of groupies change over the years? Do you have any film? Regale us with stories, please. Are the STDs any better or worse these days?

  • There were Monkees feuds over the years: how do you view them and what are your thoughts on them now, in light of 50% of the group missing?

  • You and Frank Zappa always strike me as being too cool for the room, but not intentionally. You're both bright, but tell me why I get that impression. I know Frank appeared on a show and in your movie, Head.

  • How could/should Head have been made differently? Would it include less of Certain Substances in the writing process? Do you ever see Jack Nicholson these days? Speaking of Certain Substances, do you ever see Jimi Hendrix these days?

  • Were you ever inspired to stand in front of a wall of Marshalls and pull a Jimi? Did you ever get the Purple Haze riff down after he showed it to you?

  • Aside from Jimi and the Beatles, what other rock royalty did you meet? How about Jeff Beck? Would you guys sign my #1 Strat?

  • You guys are pretty humble in your talk of the Beatles, but they threw a party for you, partied with you, you saw them record, and you outsold them at one point. Do you have any further comment on that? The four kings of EMI are sitting stately on the floor....

  • How could anyone drive the Monkeemobile with that huge intake thingie coming out of the hood? Didn't it obstruct the view (or was that the idea)?

  • You were (and are) a serious hero to many kids growing up in many generations. I know you were to me. You don't think highly of yourself as a guitar player, but you were very influential. What do you think about that?

  • If you could be a lawnmower, what kind of lawnmower would you be?


Thanks so much, Nez. We'll be looking for you on tour with Mickey and solo.







Monday, September 7, 2015

White KKK Leaders Outed as Blacks

Headline of the Month: Jared underage sex shock - Enjoy a foot long in jail!


  • Follow the script, people: In St Louis, police shot and killed a black man who pointed a gun at them. There were protests. People threw bricks and bottles at the police. The police used tear gas. A car was set on fire and businesses were burglarized. Days before, a 93-year-old Tuskagee Airman who lost his way pulled over in the neighborhood to call his daughter and was robbed. When he asked passersby for help, he was carjacked. 

Animal rights activist beaten with duck in Spain. Spain - a country of irony. Next week: Hillary Clinton beaten with a server.

  • Mexico orders toll for pedestrians crossing border. Note there is no toll to get OUT of Mexico.

Three Americans and a Briton receive France's top honor for thwarting subway attack.  The gunman, with an automatic weapon and handgun, claims he was only there to rob people. After the Legion of Honor ceremony, France formally surrendered to the heroes. You think I'm kidding? "...passengers were abandoned by staff, who ran and locked themselves away in a service room."



  • Fire broke out as a result of an explosion at a US Army base in Japan. Nothing is known about the explosion at all but the Army is positive that it is not the result of terrorism and that nobody important got hurt.

BBQ Gentrification:  Just when you thought you'd never go near a restaurant again, we are apparently in the early stages of a barbecue boom!  And since we didn't know about the boom, we also didn't know to wonder whether the food's African-American roots are being forgotten. See all the thoughtful shit we bring to you?


  • Sharing child care improves sex lives of couples. Actually, not having kids improves sex lives.

A 3-D printed violin? Very early in the process but this has great potential. Never mind that it's not made of wood (BURN HER!).


  • What do the Bangkok bombing and Auschwitz-Birkenau have in common? People are taking selfies there. We are a sick planet. I used to work with a comic who imagined a terrible traffic accident and some guy in a minivan who told his wife and kids to go over there and stand near the body - I'll take a picture. Gawker Culture at its best.

Duing a counter-protest to the Planned Parenthood protest, Temple of Satan members 'drowned women', simulating water-boarding to "illustrate the theocratic agenda imposed upon female bodies."  Satanists - always fighting for your rights.



Woman's body stolen from funeral home.  Perhaps they can return it for the $20,000 reward once they're through taking selfies with it and posting them on Faceyspaces.


  • Guess who's the worst president in history? Although there are tons of eligible candidates, only one came up on top. I won't spoil the surprise (his name rhymes with push).

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer - they're easier to bomb when you know where they are.


  • This week is one of many anniversaries: Windows 95 (Zero Factor Authorization) is 20, linux is 24 and Katrina is 10. Leo Fender would have been 106. I stopped at 18. And September 26 is National Dog Day.

Remember the female Viagra pill that got turned down twice by the FDA as ineffective and unsafe? Due to pressure from the manufacturer and women's groups, it has been approved. Now women can have their own horribly expensive pill that probably won't work and causes all sorts of negative side effects! What a win for equal rights.


  • A man was stabbed outside the screening of "Straight Outta Compton". In other news, two men were sued outside screening of the reissue of "Fiddler on the Roof".

I just figured out who's flying all the drones around airports and a recent incident near a prison: the Secretary of the Maryland Department of Public Safety and Correctional Services is going to ask for up to $400,000 per prison for drone detection equipment


At the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, this won funniest joke: "I just deleted all the German names off my phone. It's Hans free."  If this sort of thing appeals to you, go to the link. If not, here's a lovely picture for you:























Hey Hey, it's the Music!

C'mon - everybody's favorite guilty pleasure is The Monkees. From their Prefab Four moniker to their tv show to their recent tours, they're stronger (and older) than ever. Contrary to popular perception, they did play their own instruments after a while, including at concerts.  Unfortunately Davy Jones passed away a few years back. Fortunately Mike Nesmith rejoined after many years' absence and tours ensued (I saw them twice last year). Their tv show was very successful, as they were very good in front of the camera and the writing was of high quality. The show survives in syndication and has returned every little while, to great acclaim. New generations keep discovering The Monkees - for good reason.

You probably know Daydream Believer, featuring Davy on vocals and Fab Dance Moves. It's a great sing-along and clocks in at 2:46. Davy was a child star (like Mickey Dolenz) and stage actor. Enjoy the wacky antics of the group and the really trippy set.

The lads did not confine themselves to recording and television - they also made a movie called Head (cowritten by Jack Nicholson). There were many contemporaries in the film, including Annette Funicello, Dennis Hopper, Terri Garr and the incomparable Frank Zappa (oddly enough, a huge fan).

You Just May Be the One is a Mike Nesmith tune. Mike does not get his due. His mother invented liquid paper and he has a successful solo career. He almost invented country rock, although he will not take credit.

Randy Scouse Git is a wild romp through psychedelia and kettle drums. Mickey looks like he's wearing a tablecloth and displays his scatting and vocal talents. He's a very good singer and front man but also does not get credit for it. He started as a guitarist and continues to play it in concert. Mickey had to learn the drums for the group, as Mike already played the guitar. ANECDOTE: the title was apparently a serious insult in England, so they released the single as Alternate Title there.

Valleri was a favorite of mine (and many others) from the early days, possibly because of the fuzzy guitar and really fast guitar solo. The solo was not played by Mike, as mimed here. He readily admits that he's not a very good guitar player. He did hold things together live.

I really want the Monkeemobile. There were eight manly cylinders in it, it could carry the entire band plus groupies and the header(?) popping out of the hood probably blinded the driver.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Chris Squire

The world lost one of its best bass players, Chris Squire, on June 27, 2015.

Chris was the bass player for Yes from 1968-2015.  It was announced that this would be the first tour for Yes without Chris, as he needed to undergo treatment for acute erythroid leukemia. Unfortunately Chris died at his Phoenix, Arizona home.

The band is going on tour with Toto.


If you had told me twenty years ago that Yes would be touring with Toto, I would have told you to seek professional help and I had some tickets to sell you for the Monkees' 50th Anniversary tour, with special guest, Jimi Hendrix.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Hey Hey We're the Monkees (again)

Never mind that someone had a baby in England; we saw the Monkees again.

Their Philly stop was at the Mann Center, a great venue in a bad neighborhood.  It is also proof positive that Philly is a screaming cesspool.  Some genius scheduled some sort of run at the same time, so traffic was a complete nightmare.  It must have taken an hour to get down the street and into the venue.  This was burning up valuable Monkees Time, turning what was left of my mood to black.

We managed to get seated seconds before the boys hit the stage, missing the entire pre-show video montage.  These fellows make very good use of video and traditionally have.  It ran during the entire show and was almost interactive in spots.  Not bad for the Pre-Fab Four.

The show wasn't seriously different from last year's mini tour; just expanded a bit.  The weather must've been quite a shock for the guys.  It was just short of ninety degrees with disgusting humidity (welcome to Philthy!).  They joked repeatedly about how cold they were, all the while toweling themselves off.

I had my Galaxy S3 and my buddy took his iPhone.  My pictures were craptastic, barely in focus at best.  I remember looking over the phone then looking at the phone to compare the scene.  We had tremendous seats but the pictures look like we were really far away.  This might be a physics thing - I have no idea.  I did manage to get a video of Daydream Believer, where they brought a guy and his son up to sing.  This turned out decently in terms of audio, as everything else I recorded was way overloaded.  The video was crappy.

My friend's iPhone exhibited the same crappy picture effects, albeit a litte closer and more clear.  The videos were much better.  Much as I hate to do it, I have to give the video advantage to the iDevice.

My poor wife suffered from the humidity.  On the way out, it started raining and we got quite a display of lightning.  Then we started our Sherman tank and began the exit routine, dutifully plowing our way through the completely unmarked parking lot onto the completely unmarked streets.  As part of their Neighborhood Beautification Project, they removed all the street signs.  The traffic was not only unbearable, it was quite dangerous, as people were simply driving anywhere they felt like.

All of this beauty was brought to us care of a fifteen dollar fee to park.  It's not enough we paid the userous price for the concert tickets - we had to pay a further amount to sit our car there for two hours.

Below are a few pictures but they're pretty bad.  I would post the video but it's huge.  Maybe later on YouTube.

It's early in the tour - you should really get tickets and see the show.  It's very entertaining for fans and newbies alike.







Monday, December 3, 2012

Hey Hey They're the Monkees

A coworker, who is a rabid Monkees fan, came up with an extra pair of tickets for last week's Monkees concert.  Yes, the Monkees.  It was a time warp for me.  I remember watching the Monkees when I was little and there I was, watching (most of) them onstage.



As you remember, Davey Jones passed away this year.  The band toured without Mike Nesmith, who decided to tour after Davey left us.  Mike hasn't toured with the Monkees in many many years, so this was a real surprise.



The Keswick Theater is a great place to catch anyone.  It's small and intimate and there are no bad seats.  We sat halfway back on the right.  A huge video screen played ancient video clips, including the commercials the boys did for cereal and cologne.

The crowd was an interesting mix, between about 15 and 65.  Of course whenever you're at a concert, there are the requisite Concert Weirdos and of course, one of them was sitting next to my wife.  It's really off-putting, watching a sixty year old woman playing air drums and conducting the music, all the time reaching into the chairs around her and generally disturbing the peace.  As a result, my wife was half in my chair (and grumbling).  That lady had no idea how close she came to ceasing to be.

You could not get close to the merchandise on the way in - it was mad.  I wanted a program, at very least.  Unfortunately it was worse on the way out, to the point of fire hazard.

The boys hit the stage to major fanfare.  The backup band was fantastic.  I have seen a bit of Monkees video and the shows are always first rate.  This was my first live experience and I was not disappointed.  Everything was tight, the sound was phenominal and the video was an added treat: it ran constantly during the set, playing the videos from the songs the boys were doing.



Mike was in fine form and played well with everybody.  He primarily used his Gretsch 12 string electric through a small Fender combo, probably a Deluxe Reverb.  Peter played his red Strat, a red five-string bass, banjo, and a Korg keyboard.  Mickey played a Taylor acoustic guitar, various percussion and a custom drum set, but primarily fronted the group.  The band also had Mickey's sister on vocals and Mike's son Christian on guitar and vocals.

They opened with Last Train to Clarksville and we were off to the races.  All periods were covered, including psychedelic.  Mikes tunes were front and center and everybody got a chance to sing lead.  Mickey has all the energy of Steven Tyler (and none of the scarves).  He hit all the notes, too.

Davey's absence did not go unnoticed.  Whenever Davey appeared on the screen, there was applause.  Finally it came time for Daydream Believer.  They mentioned that they had all sung it before but it just wasn't right, so they asked the audience to sing it.  They pulled some guy onstage, who got to stand next to Mickey and sing the whole song.  The guy did well and was out of his mind, meeting the band. It was a really nice tribute.



My coworker, as I mentioned, is a Monkees maniac.  He probably knows more trivia than the band itself.  He can tell me the names of the episodes I describe.  He knows the character actors who played bit parts.  He knows what was recorded and where they were at any time.  You know how there's one yahoo at every concert?  The guy screaming things out?  This was my buddy.  Everyone was pretty quiet between songs.  This was right up until he started yelling things like "I love you, Mickey" and "NESmith!"  After that, it was bedlam.  He almost singlehandedly whipped the crowd into a frenzy.

The tour is finished.  It's too early to say but my bet is that the band is finished (at least as we know it).  I was really happy that I finally got to see my tv friends at least once.  My wife, already a fan, enjoyed the hell out of the evening.  Strangely enough, all of my musical friends said they would have gone, if they had known.



Hats off, guys.  Thanks from a fan or two.