The Monkees come to your town
Forty years ago, the Monkees warned, “We may be coming to your town.” Tonight, they make good on that promise with “A Midsummer’s Night with the Monkees” at the Mesa Arts Center. This week, I’ve posted some local trivia, geeky tidbits, and a personal story about the Monkees, with the hopes of continuing that epic arc tonight if I shake hands with the Monkee I’ve Yet to Meet: Mike Nesmith.
Mike, the Monkee best known for donning that green wool cap, didn’t tour with the gang after the group’s initial break-up in the ’60s. He was too busy innovating the music television format, which is an understandable side project. Now, Mike has returned to the stage, and I’d like to add his autograph to my Headquarters album sleeve, alongside the other three signatures that have made that record one of my most treasured possessions.
Allow me to issue a fair warning, if you’re going to tonight’s concert: In November, when my wife and I saw saw the Monkees at the Greek Theater in Los Angeles, the guy sitting in front of us turned around about three songs into the set and asked, “Hey, could you not sing so loudly, please?” I reluctantly accommodated, but tonight I’ll make no concessions. After all, I’m the young generation. And I’ve got something to say.