(I hate this title, btw) There’s a reason to celebrate today. Today, I got tickets to see The Monkees in concert!! We even got VIP tickets which come with a meet & greet! I never thought this would ever happen since the last time The Monkees toured together was 2002 I think. Michael Nesmith won’t be there unfortunately, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Now, I don’t get overexcited usually when I’m around celebrities and I don’t think I’ll be nervous or anything but who knows what will happen when I actually get there? It’s the fuckin’ MONKEES!!!
My earliest memory of The Monkees was watching their show on Nickelodeon back in the 80’s. I fell in love with Davy Jones when I was around 9 years old. Yes, that sounds young but hey, I had my first crush on a boy when I was 4 years old so 9 is actually quite old. I remember laughing so hard because I understood all the jokes, or at least what I understood to be the funny parts anyway. All the times Davy fell in love, I was so envious of the girl. I wanted to be the one Davy was chasing, kissing, holding hands with. I remember at one point, I started to like Micky and I remember feeling guilty about it because it was like I was cheating on Davy. So I had to force myself to stop thinking of Micky and return my heart to Davy even though most of the songs I liked were mainly sung by Micky. Of course at the time, I couldn’t put a label on it, I just knew I felt bad. Who ever thought a 9-yr-old could have such deep & complicated emotions? Haha!
Fast forward to my freshman year in college, The Monkees TV show came out on VHS as a set and my first financial aid check I received of $450, I spent it on that set: $399+tx = $432. And you know what? I never got around to finishing watching all the episodes still!! I’m still somewhere in the middle! There are 21 tapes! It came with a watch but somehow, I cannot find that precious watch. I’ll have to look harder. I kept a photo of The Monkees on my fabric board, along with a photo of Will Friedle, a photo of The Kids in the Hall, a photo of BONE Thugs N Harmony, and photos of me with my friends. That’s a sign of how high they ranked on my personal “Favorites” scale. Oh! That just reminded me. Perhaps I should bring that photo with me and get it autographed!! What a treasure it will be for me. Coming full circle,
Fast forward again to last year, I got to see Davy Jones in concert for my birthday out in Oregon. It was a blast!! He was so funny onstage, I never knew he would be such a kneeslapper in real life. He sang wonderfully and I was so happy to be able to sing along with most of the songs. I believe my friends and I were the youngest ones in the room!! Perhaps we will be the youngest ones in the room again when I see them in July. Doesn’t matter though, I’m just there to have a good time and to fulfill a dream I never knew would ever come true. Truly surreal.
I cannot wait to meet them. I’ve made many of my childhood dreams come true. I got to meet New Kids on the Block, I’ve seen BONE Thugs perform live, I’ve met The Kids in the Hall and seen them perform live, I’ll be meeting The Monkees in 2 months, the only childhood dream left is meeting Will Friedle. It would be an honor to have a nice conversation with this man…or a passionate makeout session, whichever is clever, haha! (only in my dreams!)Well, if it’s kismet, it will happen on its own. In the meantime, I have things to do like get my MFA degree in Screenwriting! Maybe if I lump my MFA into the childhood dream bundle, I can make that come true too. :0)
A few of my favorite Monkees song (from a longer list) in no particular order
Goin Down Yes I can sing along to this.
Daydream Believer I’d be crazy not to include this.
She Hangs Out I groove to this jam so well.
I Wanna Be Free I could listen to this repeatedly forever.
Daily Nightly Little known fact: This is the first rock song to use a synthesizer.
Sometime In The Morning I fell in love with Micky listening this song. (shhh, don’t tell Davy)
Randy Scouse Git The crazy drum action. Nuff said.
Riu Riu Chiu Monkees in what is this, Portugese? Whhuuuuttt?!!
Saturday’s Child I always pretended it was Micky singing about me.
Porpoise Song I never understood this song, only that it was the musical definition of the word psychedelic for me.
Don’t Call On Me While I did say these were some of my favorites in no particular order, I have to say I saved the best for last. This song makes me feel like I am in a 60’s lounge. I’m in love with it.