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defending my honor, isn’t that groovy?

This past week has been marked by an excessive amount of Monkee-marathoning. I can’t believe my parents have put up with listening to the Monkees theme song literally ten times a day, haha.

I am so in love with Mike Nesmith. I don’t know whether it’s the hair, the wool hat, the voice, or some combination of quirky attributes that is so attractive to me…I can’t really figure it out so I’ll just post a bunch of videos instead.

Here is a compilation of links I like to call “The Best of Mike, According to Nikki and Thanks to YouTube”:
*Billy Roy Hodstetter at 1:25 – 2:00. AWWWWW so cute!!
*Save the Texas Prairie Chicken I love how his accent is so much heavier in real life and he has to tone it down for the scene, haha.
*Princess Gwen – 3:30 – 3:55. Actually this whole episode is full of win. But “HAROLD YOU BETTER GET THIS CARRIAGE OUTTA THE MUD” takes the cake.
*Mike and Frank Zappa – “I’ll teach you how to play the car…”

And finally, because the only thing better than one Mike Nesmith is TWO Mike Nesmiths! (Uber-Country Mike is my favorite:)

I enjoy times like this, when I have nothing to do besides preoccupy myself with 60s love. While browsing though my past journals, I’ve noticed that it’s a distinct trend: the summer before freshman year I was in my huge Beatles phase…my journal is filled with so many pictures and drawings and lyrics it’s almost overwhelming. Then the summer before sophomore year was the Rolling Stones (and Keith Richards)…I made a CD of Keith songs that I swear I listened to every night as I went to sleep. And the summer before senior year was definitely The Who. I spent hours learning Who songs on guitar and trying to perfect the Townshend windmill. (Don’t really know what I was into the summer before junior year…I think I actually liked recent music for a while, haha). Anyway, I guess drum corps fills up a lot of my break, but there is still just the right amount of time to get caught up in another obsession, and this is the result…

<3

I’ll leave you with that. And now, it’s off to Vegas! PAYCE!

First post FTW!

As if I haven’t had enough online journals, I was compelled one day to create yet another. I figured that since I ramble so much about my favorite music groups and actors and the sixties, might as well do that all in one place. That way I can separate my real life from the generation I wish I lived in, ha.

First video post is the Monkees. You’re probably not surprised. But this video needs a bit of explanation first, in order to fully appreciate it.

So at the beginning of drum corps tour, Stuart presented us with an authentic donkey jaw that we decided to put in the show (it’s an actual instrument, predecessor to the vibraslap, no joke). Needless to say, we had a lot of fun with it. The jaw appeared on the Jumbotron at Championships, and also made its way into every group photo taken by Jolesch after quarterfinals. We practically worshipped the donkey jaw. Anyway, one day while listening to my ipod on the bus, the Monkees song “Papa Gene’s Blues” came up and I SWEAR I heard a sound just like the donkey jaw. I was pretty intrigued, but in the midst of the competitive season and the plague that was sweeping through our corps, I forgot about the song. THEN today I was going through some record albums in the studio and there on the back of Headquarters, where the band members were listed, it read: “Davy Jones: vocals, tambourine, jawbone, maracas, etc.”

JAWBONE!

In my excitement I immediately searched YouTube for a decent version of the song. A lot came up, but this is the best one I found in terms of how well you can hear the jawbone, haha. Sadly, you never see anyone playing it (for that, I happened to find another video…man YouTube is so cool), but the sound is unmistakable:

Other great things about this video:

  • There’s another version on YouTube (less audible donkey jaw, though, so slightly inferior) on which someone commented, “Could Davy be holding any more maracas??” It made me laugh, because SRSLY. How can such a small man be holding that many maracas?
  • The woolhat and overalls make for a great outfit.
  • Mike is so cute at the end, his wink makes me melt AHHHH. Yes, I still have a really big crush on Monkee Mike Nesmith. I hope it never goes away.

I think I will enjoy this, because it means I can be all fangirly and not have to care, since that is the sole purpose for this journal.