Musical Musings… Monkees Blog Monkees Do

"Hey, Hey..." is for horses...

"Hey, Hey..." is for horses...

This edition of Musical Musings is the beginning of something beautiful.  No, they’re not going to all be about The (phenomenal) Monkees (you/I wish).  Moving forward, I’m hoping and planning that they will be more coherent and thought-provoking than they’ve been, and much less pot-headed sounding (not that I was ever high when I wrote them… it’s simply reminiscent of my babble state, possibly brought on by my love of music and vast amounts of sugar-laced products).

AnyTheWho, here are some factoids (robotic-sounding facts that are in no way robotic) I just learned about The Monkees:

  • Glam rocker David Bowie was born David Robert Hayward-Jones and originally performed under the name Davy Jones.  Due to the rising popularity of the lead singer of this post’s headliner, he took the same last name as the Alamo hero, Jim Bowie, and his knife, which ironically shared the same name.
  • Michael Nesmith’s mother, Bette Nesmith Graham, invented Liquid Paper.  She originally called it Mistake Out; we mistakenly call it, White Out (which by the way looks like a horrible movie).
  • JazzSinger/songwriter Neil Diamond wrote four songs for them: “I’m a Believer,” “A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You,” “Lookout, Here Comes Tomorrow,” and “Love to Love,” and not “Last Train to Clarksville” or “Daydream Believer” as previously thought (by me).
  • None of these factoids have anything to do with The Monkees specifically…

(thank you Helle1981Veness, and WendyLAnderson!)

I Am Not An Addict, And I’m Not Denying It (I’m Curious, Is All)

So this is the second time today I’ve experienced the extreme need of getting to my computer.  It may be an early sign of addiction, but I’m not denying it, so there! 

 During the drive home, on the radio, David Bowie and Queen’s Under Pressure played away, and I actually listened to the entire thing and enjoyed it thoroughly.

What’s the big deal? you might think, or I can’t believe you actually did that! or What’s the B.F.D. you addict!?

Well, here’s Part One of why I needed to get home – I used to hate that song.  I despised it to the core.  I don’t know if it was Vanilla Ice’sliberal borrowing of the back beat for his horrendous tune or David Bowie’s lavish oddness and his affinity for the indulgent, but it was a station changer for sure.

Part Two of why I needed my num-num (laptop) – it made me extremely happy hearing it, and I needed to know why.  I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be a happy song, or what any of its lyrics are.  I decided that it must have reminded me of something I liked so much that all of my past transgressions against the song faded away.

Courtesy of the wonders of the TripleDoubleU, voila!  (I’m so embarrassed, btw…)