Hey Hey! we're the Monkees and we are going on tour!

Hmmm…I haven’t ever been mistaken for a 50 year-old lady …as far as I know.

But I was a pre-teen, kind-of-geeky guy back in 1966 who couldn’t surf, couldn’t play guitar, and was too shy to talk to a girl. But man, watching those guys on TV every week was FUN. Here were four young guys living on their own, living the life!, There were a bunch of jokes that I didn’t quite get and the music was just a bit more than bubblegum and there was some really attractive actress guest starring almost every show. And when they broke up and “Head”-ed into a little more subversive direction, I was ready to move on to “real” rock and roll.

I expect to have a whole lot of fun at the show. And now that you mention it, maybe it might be a place to meet some female fans in my age range–I’m not quite as shy as I used to be. :stuck_out_tongue:

missed the edit window–looks like I took a few minutes too long to compose my post! :stuck_out_tongue:

When the Monkees were in Jacksonville FL in the 90s, my daughter and her two friends, all born in the mid 80s, dragged us 3 moms, all children of the 50s, to the concert. Other concert goers were asking the girls if we forced them to come and they said it was the other way around. :smiley:

My daughter wants to go to this one, but the closest venue is apparently Philadelphia - she may try to scare up a couple of friends to go, but I’ll have to pass, alas…

A real Monkees fan has it all in his head. :slight_smile:

I do have the Lefcowitz book, though. And Mickey Dolenz’s I’m A Believer, and Harold Bronson’s Hey, Hey, We’re the Monkees, and Andrew Sanoval’s The Monkees.

According to bookfinder.com I’m missing a whole bunch. Wool Hat, cue the zany used bookstore romp music!

Does this qualify as a Monkee Zombie?

Dunno, but I saw them in Santa Barbara and Cupertino this weekend.

I have to say they put on a great, great show. Highlights for me were Steppin’ Stone, Mary Mary, Circle Sky, and Can You Dig It. The funniest part of the evening was Mike’s vocal interpretation of the Moog solo in Daily Nightly. They had a constant stream of video clips and stills from back in the day as a backdrop which was cool to see on a “big screen”. At the end a couple of fans were brought onstage to lead everyone in a singalong for* Daydream Believer*. A wonderful evening!

Setlist:

Last Train to Clarksville
Papa Gene’s Blues
Your Auntie Grizelda
She
Sweet Young Thing
I’m a Believer
(I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone
I Wanna Be Free
You Told Me
Sunny Girlfriend
You Just May Be the One
Mary, Mary
The Girl I Knew Somewhere
For Pete’s Sake
Early Morning Blues and Greens
Randy Scouse Git
Daily Nightly
Tapioca Tundra
Goin’ Down
Porpoise Song
Daddy’s Song
Can You Dig It?
As We Go Along
Circle Sky
Do I Have to Do This All Over Again?
Daydream Believer
What Am I Doing Hangin’ 'Round?

Encore

Listen to the Band
Pleasant Valley Sunday

I was so disappointed that they’re not appearing within 500 miles of here. Not a single non-west coast show south of Philadelphia? What’s up with that? It like it would kill them to go to Atlanta even.

No, it turned out to be the opposite. They were much better without Davy.

Let me admit right up front that this was a nostalgia concert, not a music concert. Some 60s survivors can still do music. I saw Steve Winwood earlier this year and he and his band cooked. The Monkees didn’t. They were, oddly, much more like The B-52s on their current tour.

Start from the top. Filing in, we saw two longs lines and joined the one that was moving. Turned out to be the line to enter the auditorium. The other endless line was for … t-shirts. Ka-ching! Inside a big screen was playing clips, interviews, and an endless Kool-Aid commercial with the Monkees in an amusement park that isn’t on YouTube. (A much-edited slice is.) Made me wish I arrived a lot earlier.

More younger people were in the crowd than I expected, although it was at the Center for the Arts at the University of Buffalo so that must have played a big part. Nice place. I hadn’t been there before.

The screen stayed busy through the whole show. As much as possible the visuals were associated with the song being played. That meant that the video for “Goin’ Down” played while Mickey sang it. Clips from their movie *Head *accompanied the six[!] songs they did. At other times they showed a montage of fan magazine covers or girls whose eyes sparkled when looking lovingly at Davy. The Davy tribute was well-handled. They left the stage regularly as a couple of videos of him singing and his audition tape ran. And they pulled a women from the audience to sing “Daydream Believer” rather than re-assigning the song.

Mickey can still belt them out, though he doesn’t have much range. Mike has a pleasant voice for a celebrity. Peter’s voice is almost gone. One of the backup musicians had to double his voice for most of his leads. At several points five guitars were going at once, making a solid underpinning for the thin singing. But they also had a section with the three of them alone and it held up okay. The backups included Mickey’s sister, Coco, and Mike’s son Chris (yes, Mike was married with a baby during the Monkees heyday: shades of John Lennon!).

The highlights were the huge dose of Mike’s songs, solid early country rock, and the tribute to Headquarters, including “Randy Scouse Git,” never before played live, and the very pretty “For Pete’s Sake,” written by Pete and blasted into everyone’s neurons as the tv show’s closing theme.

What made it all work was the solidness of the original music. It’s almost impossible to remember today that The Monkees were an album band, not a singles group. They had five top 5 hits, fewer than Herman’s Hermits or the Dave Clark Five. It was the albums, at least the first four, that made them great, with good songs from top to bottom and little filler. Headquarters, a #1, multi-platinum album, didn’t have a single single in it. That’s not the way we remember them. And how many other albums of that era can you say that of? (The songs from *Head *were unmemorable, at best, but they weren’t bad.)

Only four shows left, and they’re probably sold out. If you can grab a ticket, do so. They may not live to do another tour. At times they didn’t look like they would live to leave the stage. Make all the old jokes you want. They got through it and most of the audience lived long enough to reach the parking lots. A triumphant evening at my age.