Here STeVE comes, walkin' down the street...
Nov 7, 2017 13:25:29 GMT
Post by Boozin' Susan on Nov 7, 2017 13:25:29 GMT
Take yourself back to the heady days of early spring, 2008. STeVE makes up...er...remembers a perfectly-detailed anecdote about he and a non-John-Oteri buddy seeing an ex-Monkee in concert:That was fun, wasn't it?! (This story actually contains all of the content of the "perfect Hoofy poat" that I once wrote a thesis on at the old Stereo Central. You know...aspects like "remembering" details nobody could realistically recall decades later; kiddie adjectives like "cool" and "neat"; being able to do stuff mere mortals cannot because he's STeVE and you're not; generally just being the hippest dude in whatever situation he finds himself in.)
Anyway, the essay resulted in the typical "you're so cool, Steve!" comments you know STeVE was fishing for when he composed his little exercise in (not so) creative writing.
Jump ahead to 2015. Daddy reopens/bumps his own thread by quoting the OP... (this results in one additional poat).
This brings us to today. STeVE reopened his thread once again, presumably to bask in the warm glow of adulation from the many Monkee fans who are converging on SH.tv due to the announcement of yet another deluxe boxed set/Rhino dumpster dive.
The sound of crickets chirping is all Daddy's bump has achieved...!
I never saw the Monkees perform but I did see David and Mickey with Michael once during the era.
It was early 1970. My friend (Mark Yandle) was the cool guy in school. He had the hair, he was the lead singer of some band, he wore the groovy shirts and probably had been laid; all this before he was even in high school. His mom was an entrepreneur of high magnitude and she owned "CREATION". I remember it as a clothing store with a real night club next to it in Encino, a suburb of LA.
Well, being underage was no problem with Mark's Mom, she got us in to the Creation Club on the night that Mike Nesmith's FIRST NATIONAL BAND was to make its debut gig.
We showed up early at the club (thanks, Mum), not being convinced we would actually be let in. We wore stuff that (we thought) made us look older but Mark's mom was there and she brought us in with a "lay low" comment. After all, they were serving drinks there. Anyway, it was a real "club" like the pictures I saw in the fan mags of the Whiskey, etc. Exciting. The place filled up fast with RCA-Victor execs (we overheard them talking), etc. and John and I were way in the back watching everything, Jack Kerouac style. All of a sudden, Mickey Dolenz shows up. Whee! Star Spot. He sits in a booth with some girls and they are holding a place. John and I keep our eyes peeled and about 1/2 hour later as the place is really filling up, Mr. David Jones shows up, looks around, spots Mickey and slides in the booth. Five minutes later, Mike is there, talking with them while photographers snap away. We were only about five feet away but too shy to ask for an autograph. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. We didn't expect anything this cool even though the Monkees were totally "out" in 1970. Didn't bother us, our memories of them were as strong as ever.
At any rate, 10 minutes later, the First National Band was on stage and they did the entire "Magnetic South" album (or so I realized much later, didn't have the album and not sure if it was even out yet). Amazing performance, never saw a steel guitar before, the place went crazy. Mike looked scared but they were really great. With Mickey and David in the audience I think it gave him some mental support. I met Red years later working at Groove Tube and I flat out told him I thought he was the best steel player in history.
It was a great night. We felt like grownups, but grownups who (lucked into) saw something really neat. I had seen some live music before that night (Simon & Garfunkel, Rascals/Animals at the Hollywood Bowl because my Dad was willing to drive there) but this was a small indoor setting, the sound was great and Mike's voice was, well, Mike!
How about you? Did you see the Monkees back then or Mike's band?
By the way, I remember the name of the opening act. A big guy playing an electric Dobro: The Eloquent Elephant. So there.
It was early 1970. My friend (Mark Yandle) was the cool guy in school. He had the hair, he was the lead singer of some band, he wore the groovy shirts and probably had been laid; all this before he was even in high school. His mom was an entrepreneur of high magnitude and she owned "CREATION". I remember it as a clothing store with a real night club next to it in Encino, a suburb of LA.
Well, being underage was no problem with Mark's Mom, she got us in to the Creation Club on the night that Mike Nesmith's FIRST NATIONAL BAND was to make its debut gig.
We showed up early at the club (thanks, Mum), not being convinced we would actually be let in. We wore stuff that (we thought) made us look older but Mark's mom was there and she brought us in with a "lay low" comment. After all, they were serving drinks there. Anyway, it was a real "club" like the pictures I saw in the fan mags of the Whiskey, etc. Exciting. The place filled up fast with RCA-Victor execs (we overheard them talking), etc. and John and I were way in the back watching everything, Jack Kerouac style. All of a sudden, Mickey Dolenz shows up. Whee! Star Spot. He sits in a booth with some girls and they are holding a place. John and I keep our eyes peeled and about 1/2 hour later as the place is really filling up, Mr. David Jones shows up, looks around, spots Mickey and slides in the booth. Five minutes later, Mike is there, talking with them while photographers snap away. We were only about five feet away but too shy to ask for an autograph. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. We didn't expect anything this cool even though the Monkees were totally "out" in 1970. Didn't bother us, our memories of them were as strong as ever.
At any rate, 10 minutes later, the First National Band was on stage and they did the entire "Magnetic South" album (or so I realized much later, didn't have the album and not sure if it was even out yet). Amazing performance, never saw a steel guitar before, the place went crazy. Mike looked scared but they were really great. With Mickey and David in the audience I think it gave him some mental support. I met Red years later working at Groove Tube and I flat out told him I thought he was the best steel player in history.
It was a great night. We felt like grownups, but grownups who (lucked into) saw something really neat. I had seen some live music before that night (Simon & Garfunkel, Rascals/Animals at the Hollywood Bowl because my Dad was willing to drive there) but this was a small indoor setting, the sound was great and Mike's voice was, well, Mike!
How about you? Did you see the Monkees back then or Mike's band?
By the way, I remember the name of the opening act. A big guy playing an electric Dobro: The Eloquent Elephant. So there.
Anyway, the essay resulted in the typical "you're so cool, Steve!" comments you know STeVE was fishing for when he composed his little exercise in (not so) creative writing.
Jump ahead to 2015. Daddy reopens/bumps his own thread by quoting the OP... (this results in one additional poat).
This brings us to today. STeVE reopened his thread once again, presumably to bask in the warm glow of adulation from the many Monkee fans who are converging on SH.tv due to the announcement of yet another deluxe boxed set/Rhino dumpster dive.
The sound of crickets chirping is all Daddy's bump has achieved...!