#but here are just the monkees ones:)

[strawberryfields4now]

since everyone loved my head 1968 button I thought I’d show off the rest of my collection :)

Left is vintage and the set from Micky’s tour, right is ones I’ve made

#the monkees #mike nesmith #peter tork #micky dolenz #davy jones #still on the lookout for the vintage Peter pin to go with that set #I should really photograph the entirety of my button collection it’s gotten pretty big #but here are just the monkees ones:) #s

[imeminemp3]

whots all this then

#what do i even say here he's just baby cute #i meant it when i said i want to nom nom nom him like a baby. when i first watched the series i was like. i have to eat that guy #and not in a vore way! in a nom nom nom baby way! he's just a little guy. #it sounds weird when i say it so i never said it i can't explain it. but it's literally like when u see a kitten or a baby and ur like. nom #anyway last one. last one. #davy jones #the monkees #diary #monkees

[mrsarcadian]

talk to me, i'll talk to you; do you know what you do?

#the monkees #micky dolenz #peter tork #monkees #* #monkees* #here they are<3 the boys<3 #this is such a special song to me like woah #whats *your* monkees song? like the one that for whatever reason you just LOVE #also random but today i played a little bit of auntie's municipal court for my kids #and half of them were doing the lil rock and roll sign we've got some monkees stans in the making

[monkee-mobile]

sometime in the 80s in the tv show-verse davy starts calling peter ‘darling’.

#the monkees #davy jones #peter tork #he just does this just happens i don’t make the rules here the monkees in my head do. #he calls micky darling too but very sarcastically #and mike is MIIIIIKEEE #peter is very lovingly called darling because he is a darling and davy would call him one

[the-acid-pear]

My Mii Gabriela is one of my funniest over like she was G-Man but a woman because i wanted him to hook up with Gordon because haha (Tomodachi life doesn't allow homosexuality but crossdressing is ok) but that never happened and i was getting kinda bored so i decided you know what. She's a woman now. And now she's called Gabriela Man and is a milf and hates her husband so much it's unreal.

#luly talks #her husband is monkey who literally nobody likes so its understandable #he's another one of my favorites and my third mii ever #meant to be just a haha funny joke bc y'know my island is called monkey island bc monkeys were the meme of the moment so i was like i GOTTA #add a monkey so i made him but then i was like actually hes just a human but bc he's very small and hairy ppl confuse him for a lil monkee #and like his lore is he was Just Some Guy probably committed some serious crime like tax fraud or something and so he fled to here #and like he's sooo fucking annoying in universe he's so pretentious and shit it's so funny #luly who was his friend for a while was even like sometimes monkey is annoying but he's still my friend like GOD #I LOVE THAT MF SKWHSNSG

[rig-a-rendal]

working. working.

#turns out I was wrong here too he just goes on a bunch of practice dates with the girl #which. boo. hiss. #the monkees #s1 e13 one man shy/peter & the debutante

[muirneach]

yeah im normal about the laurel canyon scene

#^just spent a half hour laying in bed staring at the ceiling with all the lights on explaining the scene #to no one. just out loud. for no reason. just like yeah heres the fucking. history of the monkees and csny and how related they are.

[balladofsallyrose]

Michael Nesmith Nudie’s Rodeo Tailors embroidered and rhinestone-accented stage outfit, hat and boots (circa 1967-69), photographed by Bob Delevante.

An influential outfit if ever there was one in the genre. Nesmith was country-rock when country-rock wasn’t cool, when he was still in the Monkees. This rhinestone-accentuated suit — with chain-stitched peacocks, orchids, musical notes and American flag motifs — also came from Nudie’s Rodeo Tailors, circa 1967. It predates the famous Flying Burrito Brothers suits of a similar nature.

“He wore it to the premiere of ‘Head,’ and on the last Monkees television special, ’33 1/3.’ As soon as we decided to do this exhibit, this was one of the first artifacts we thought of, like, ‘Oh, we’ve gotta have that.’ You know, we had a little bit of a relationship with Michael because he was featured in the Bob Dylan/Johnny Cash ‘Nashville Cats’ exhibit that we did, and he came and played an album release party for that, and we got to know him a little and had a relationship going. We asked if we could borrow this, and he made it clear that he absolutely wanted it to come here. And then just with the timing… by circumstance, the same week he passed, we’re getting notices that the shipment is on its way to Nashville. It was just interesting timing.”

— Michael Gray, The Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum {x}

#michael nesmith #nudie cohn #the monkees #the first national band #country music #mike nesmith #60s

[onlymingyus]

Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay, jun is able to lift the reader, there is a possibility i have missed some warnings

w/c; 4k and some change

70s;teen Collab Masterlist

a/n; hope you enjoy. this is my fic for the 70s:teen collab, please make sure you read all the other amazing fics on the masterlist! thank you to @onlyhuis and @wonwussy for proofreading.

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Jun lets out a tired breath as he uses his heel to push the front door shut before leaning against it. It had been a long day and he had been longing for this moment at least half of the day. After countless hours of answering students’ questions and being at the beck and call of the professor, Jun was relieved to finally be safe in the home he shared with you. 

It didn’t matter to him that it was small or that the sinks leaked. It didn’t matter that the walls were thin and that the windows shook when the train went by. Because you didn’t have to travel for work, not when the apartment was right above the little record store you ran. The most important part was that no matter how many problems this place gave Jun, its biggest selling point was that you lived there with him. 

The sound of The Monkees causes Jun to smile a bit as he pushes off the wooden door stepping into the living room towards the sound. You were different from him and that was what made you so special in Jun’s eyes. Where he tried hard to be responsible, frugal, sensible. It oftentimes made him seem, to those on the outside, boring and reserved. 

You on the other hand were every bit a child of the times, a free spirit. A small breath of a laugh escapes Jun’s lips when he finally finds you in the kitchen. Your bare feet skate across the linoleum, a wooden spoon in your hand as you dance along with the music. The smell of the soup you were working so hard on filled the man’s nose and Jun finds himself falling even more in love with you.

There was no way that anyone could look at you and ever find you boring. To those who didn’t know you and Jun well, you two seemed like an impossible pair, but in truth, you were the reason he felt like he could breathe. You were the reason he knew how to dance. He was the reason you were stable. You were each other's balance. 

“Babe, you know how to make me smile. You know that?” 

Jun’s voice draws you out of your moment, but you don’t seem to mind. Instead, you find yourself unable to hide your enthusiasm. You could tell how tired he was, but the fact that he did this every day and still managed to make you feel like you were on top of the world every day showed how great of a man he was. 

Moving into his arms, you let the hand holding the spoon rest over his shoulder as you grip his loose tie resting under his sweater vest with the other to pull him down to your lips. Jun chuckles against your lips, his own hands finding your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh through your thin dress as he returns your kiss. 

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again. Quit your job, we can live off the land.” 

Laughing again, Jun gives you one last kiss having heard the same words from you every day for the past year. He wished he could tell you yes. As much as he’d love to spend everyday with you on some farm away from the city, he knew he didn’t want his studies to go to waste. 

“So tempting, but I have to take care of my pretty little wife. Start a family with her. You understand don’t you, my little bird?” 

Leaning back you just smile because it was almost the same conversation you shared every day and yet you never grew tired of it. You weren’t sure how you’d ever get tired of hearing Jun call you his wife or hearing how much he wanted to start a family with you. It seemed no matter how tight money was, that was still the most important thing to him in the world. 

“Mm, I do. Tell me about your day. The soup is almost done.” 

Jun lets you slip from his fingers though it feels like the most difficult thing he has done all day. Watching you move back to the stove, he leans against the counter with a small sigh before reaching up to undo his tie completely. His eyes never leave you though they move up and down your body as you still sway to the music. 

“It smells great. It was just another day at the university, honestly. I’m too pooped to pop. I’m sure some food and rest will do me some good.” 

You laugh at Jun’s words, shaking your head as you push the spoon through the mixture in front of you as it bubbles steadily. 

“You work too hard. You are a real catch, Jun. I got lucky, I know I should do more than the record store.” 

Shaking his head, Jun frowns a bit at your words. Pulling the tie from his neck, he wraps it around his hand as he speaks looking down at the red material. 

“Absolutely not. It makes you happy, I like you happy. We do alright. I won’t be an assistant forever. I’ll finish up this degree and I’ll be the professor. I’ll make bread. We’ll be more than comfortable. Don’t you worry about that. Promise?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you let your eyes fall to Jun’s hands before you find his eyes so you can offer him a smile and a nod. You believed in him more than anyone in the world. 

“Yeah, of course. Go get changed. Not that I don’t like seeing you all decked out, but maybe being comfortable might help you relax.” 

Jun can’t help but grin at your suggestion. He knew you were right. Pushing away from the counter, he nods, stepping in behind you. You are the one smiling when you feel his lips brush against your neck and his fingers against your stomach pulling your ass back against his hips. 

“Mmkay. I’ll be right back. I love you.” 

A smile stays on his lips as he hears you repeat the words back to him even as he trudges toward the bedroom leaving you to do what you were doing. It doesn’t take long before he is back in the kitchen with you. Instead of trousers, a button-up, a sweater vest, and a tie you smile as your husband sets the table wearing loose pants and a sweater you had bought for him. The day’s stress already seemed to melt from him with each passing moment. 

Dinner conversation passes with ease as always. Jun talks about his day but is always more interested in yours. His smile never ceases to make you feel warm and a bit shy at times no matter how long you have been with him. 

“That sounds like a great day, babe. Business is good then.” 

You laugh into a final bite of your food allowing Jun to take your dishes. The man never seemed to allow you to both cook and clean. Biting your lip, you tilt your head watching as he pushes his sleeves up moving towards the sink to go about his task as he still stays attentive to your words. 

“Yeah, it’s bitchin’. I love the store. Just music all day long, Jun. It’s like heaven on earth.” 

Jun grins, his hands covered in soap as he carefully washes the bowls knowing he has broken more than one in the past by accident. 

“Well, you own it. How can it not be heaven?” 

Rolling your eyes, you move from your seat to push in the chairs before making your way over to your husband. Wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, you can almost hear the smile on his breath when you lay your cheek against his back. 

“You are really certified. You know that right? Nobody talks like that. You’re cheesy.” 

Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders. 

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers. 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” 

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins. 

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..” 

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes. 

“You sayin’...” 

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else. 

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed. 

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame. 

“Jun…” 

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs. 

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.” 

A soft happy sigh on your lips causes Jun’s eyes to close momentarily as he drops your jeans onto the floor and his hands slide along your legs towards your hips once again. You were better than music. He knew that you’d argue with him on that. There was little that you enjoyed more than your records, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than the little sounds that slipped out of your lips when he was touching you. 

“I want you to make love to me Jun. Wanna have a baby…” 

The last sentence is spoken much quieter than the first. It’s almost as if you are afraid to say it too loudly. Either out of embarrassment or more that if you say it too loud it might not happen. His hands begin to shake, Jun presses his fingers into the top of your panties as his eyes finally move over your face once again. You watch him take in a steading breath, his eyes somewhat darker even noticeable in the dim light. 

“That’s what you want? Me to make love to you in our bed?” 

Jun watches you nod, your fingers moving to your lip as you smile shyly at his words as if they are dirty. He could talk dirty when he wanted to and he hadn’t even started. Biting at his bottom lip, Jun’s eyes fall on your hips as you rock them back and forth while his hands work your panties downwards. You were still dancing for him, even in the bed. 

“You want me to put a baby in you?” 

Your cheeks burn as you nod quickly, your fingers finding the comforter under your body to hold onto tightly as Jun’s nails scratch along your legs, your panties ending up at your ankles. Your husband grins to himself at how you are acting, how desperate you have become even as he feels his cock pulsing with need in his jeans. 

“Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fuck you slow and sweet.” 

Jun’s name is whispered on your lips and he smiles into his words once your bottom half is completely exposed to him. Raising his eyebrows, Jun slides his arm around your waist, lifting you up to sit on the bed so he can shimmy your shirt over your head. You whine, your fingers pulling at his shirt once you are naked in front of him, wanting him to join you. 

“I’m working on it, baby. I said slow and sweet. Did you want something different?” 

Jun watches you smile, your fingers trailing after his own as he finally loses his sweater among the clothes on the floor. 

“Maybe…what if slow and sweet doesn’t win the race, Jun.” 

Laughing, Jun lets your fingers play with the top of his pants before he uses your hands to push them down along with his underwear, making you suck in a breath. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your husband naked it always felt like the first time. His body was perfect. The way his hips led in a perfect v to his cock. 

“I think it does, but I promise you…my pace won’t matter, little bird. What is going to matter is that I’m going to fill you full of me.” 

Jun meant that in every meaning of the phrase. He knew that he was just the right size to fill your pussy completely. He couldn’t wait to feel you around him. He could also already feel his mind going crazy at the idea of his cum inside of you. The idea of it dripping out of you so that he could push it back in, keeping you full of him. 

His hand sliding along your side, Jun rests his knee between your thighs on the bed as he hovers over you. The man’s eyes move over your face before he brings his hand to your face, letting his thumb trace your soft bottom lip lightly. 

Your body vibrates with desire. Your back arches as you feel the heat of his body radiating towards your own wanting more contact with him, and yet Jun takes his time. You watch your husband smile as his thumb strums along your jaw, his fingers sliding along the side of your head when he finally leans down to press his lips to yours in a breathtaking kiss. 

No thoughts, only your mind repeating the same name over and over again as your nails rake along his sides. 

‘Jun, Jun, Jun…’ 

The thoughts are so loud it surprises you that his name doesn’t slip out between moans that Jun claims as his own. Smiling against your lips briefly, Jun’s brows furrow, feeling his abdomen tighten with want when your tongue begs for entrance into his mouth and glides along his own. Between the passion of your kiss and the way you were pressing against his leg now nestled between your thighs, Jun’s brain felt like it was spinning. 

“Fuck–you are so good, baby. I love you so much.” 

You can’t help but whimper to Jun’s words that are spoken against your lips and jaw as his kisses dance along your skin to your neck. You were clinging to your husband, soft whispered begs falling from your lips as his leg slides from your thighs leaving you feeling too empty. 

“Pl–lease…Jun. I need you. I love you. I can’t wait anymore.” 

Jun grins against the column of your neck hearing your words against the shell of his ear. Your breath was hot and your words made his body shiver. You needed him. He needed you. Always and forever. That had been the promise made at an altar in front of family and friends. He had promised to love and take care of you for always and forever… 

“Mm, so beautiful. My pretty wife. You need me?” 

Tears on the rims of your eyes, you nod firmly to Jun’s question knowing he already knew the answer. His fingers brush under your eye, a small cooing sound slipping from his lips as he nods in return. 

Your eyes are so beautiful, he thought causing him to move slower than he would have on a normal night. Jun watches your lips fall open to the feeling of his fingers sliding between your wet folds. He relishes in the soft whimpered moans that meet his ears as he circles his middle finger around your wanting entrance. 

“You are so wet… You want me that bad?” 

The tears that had been on the rim of your eyes now trail along your cheeks as you nod and mutter yes to answer Jun’s question, feeling just his finger to the first knuckle teasing you. No matter how much you moved your hips trying to feel more, it managed to only tease you and praise you for your patience. 

Placing a kiss on your cheek, Jun smiles against your skin as he brushes away your tears with his fingers. He knew you weren’t sad. You just needed him that much and he wouldn’t make you wait any longer. With his breath warm against your jaw, Jun listens to your moans changing pitch when he lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly. His eyes close and goosebumps spread along his skin not only to the feeling of your warm walls clenching every inch of him but also to the way the rest of your body molds to him. 

Your right knee slides to Jun’s hip as your left foot rests over his hip allowing him to thrust into you deep and hard. He was keeping his promise of going slow. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he slid from you only to be swallowed back by you inch by inch. 

“Perfect… you’re perfect, baby. God, you are holding me so tight. Wanna fill you up, little bird.” 

Jun’s lips find yours though he keeps speaking against them between kisses. His words made your head spin with more desire. It was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fill you up. That was his promise. 

“Do it, Jun… please? Know what I said, remember? Know what I want, what we want.”  

Moving his head down, Jun can’t help but groan low and deep against the crook of your neck at your words. His pace picks up speed as he feels his climax quickening in his abdomen like a glass about to shatter. 

“I–I… fuck, I know, babe. I know… I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you a baby.” 

Your nails scratch at Jun’s shoulder when his thrusts become more intense. Your eyes closed tightly, you can’t hide the soft happy sound that leaves your lips when Jun says he will give you a baby. You knew he would. You had a good feeling about tonight. 

Hand flat against his shoulder, you arch hard off the bed, feeling your orgasm rip through you like waves against the rocks during a storm. Jun groans your name, sweat rolling from his temples as he feels your walls clench and flutter around him as you cum. 

There was no way he could keep himself from following you as your body seemed to want him to do so. His mouth latching to your soft skin, Jun hisses against your neck as he leaves a small mark that will bloom darker by the morning as he spills into you. 

With each thrust towards your hips, Jun’s groans fill your ears as his cum begins to drip from you only to be pushed back in by the next thrust. Meeting your eyes, Jun sucks on his bottom lip before letting it fall from between his teeth as he mutters your name and his hips come to a stop between your thighs. 

Your fingers slide along his back and down his arms as Jun’s nose nuzzles against your jaw pushing your head back against the pillows. A laugh slips from your lips, and he smiles against your neck between tender kisses. He gently slips his softening length from you and leans back to look between your legs. 

Shaking his head, Jun mutters a curse under his breath at the sight of you, at how perfect you are with his cum slowly dripping from between your folds. The feeling of his fingers sliding over your swollen folds causes you to jump, but the soft sound of his calming voice keeps you grounded as Jun pushes his cum back into you making sure not a drop is wasted. 

“All of it baby… mmm, make my head go crazy looking like this. I could almost go again.” 

Biting on your lips, you stifle a laugh. Your thighs shake as the heel of Jun’s hand rocks over your clit. A sly grin spreads over his face as you try to keep the moan at bay when he knows your body almost as well as you do. 

“But I’ll be good…” 

Kissing your shoulder, Jun lazily pushes his fingers into you as he thinks about what you had said that had led the two of you to bed in the first place. His smile softens as he feels your hand wrap around his wrist and your cheek resting against his forehead. 

“You can’t keep it inside me forever, Jun…”

He disagreed but he was also a smart enough man to know it wouldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much enjoyed the feeling or the sight of it. 

“Mm, I could. You are just so pretty, but you are right. We need to get cleaned up. I can make love to you again tomorrow and the next day… and the next…” 

Your giddy laugh causes Jun to laugh along with you, his fingers slipping from between your legs so he can pull you into his arms. You find yourself smiling against his kiss before melting into it as his hand glides along your back holding you as closely as he can manage. 

“You want a baby that bad, Jun?” 

Smiling against your lips, Jun nods. He listens to your soft whines that he swallows with his kiss as his nails scratch along your hip. He wanted a family with you more than anything. He wanted to make you happier than you were today. Tomorrow he would want to make you happier the next day and the next. He’d never stop, and if he was lucky enough to be a dad he’d work even harder to make you and that baby happy. 

Turning on his back, Jun lets you rest your chin on his chest as he looks up at the ceiling. His fingers trailing along your back as the record player plays the last song. You can’t help but run your fingers over your lower stomach as you feel your heart tighten at the sight of your husband happy and content. You really did have a good feeling about today. 

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[kafkaguy]

why did head (1968) flop so badly, you may ask?

the short answer is: terrible promotion. why the promotion was so terrible is another question entirely. there are two schools of thought: 1) bob rafelson and jack nicholson were being deliberately avant garde and obtuse (maybe to attract a certain psychedelic audience) or 2) deliberate malicious intent from columbia pictures to get rid of the monkees (by November 1968, when the movie premiered, the monkees TV show had been cancelled for 2 months).

(LA Times, 2008)

what exactly was the ad campaign? Well, it was originally supposed to be Bob Rafelson's head displayed for a few seconds smiling at the camera--according to Wikipedia this was a spoof on Andy Warhol's short film Blowjob (1964). but in the end it was John Brockman, even more unknown, and he was just the guy who was supposed to be filming the clip.

from Andrew Sandoval's The Monkees Day-by-day Story (page 210). explains more about why they did this. Micky also says he thinks it was a way to get back at the monkees for striking on the first day of filming when they found out they would get no creative credit for the film and had been "getting ripped off pretty badly" basically for years.

another factor was the critics reviews. obviously Head is not your average film, and loads of reviews looked down on it as psychedelic garbled trash. they didn't get it. there were positive reviews of course, but most people just didnt get it (and you cant really blame them - its at its most enjoyable when you are a) a bit of a freak, b) a total anti-capitalist, or c) substantially aware of the horrors the monkees were going through at this point. no film critic at the time ticked all 3 of these boxes). i think at this point bob rafelson panicked, because he wanted the film to do well, he just wanted it to do well independent of the monkees (hubris). there's a funny story about the night before the movie premiered in new york, he and jack nicholson got arrested for putting up stickers promoting head, after jack tried to put one on a police officer's helmet. and it makes me wonder why he then didn't fight harder for the film to do well.

it's funny (re: sad) how so many things came together to bring about the doom of the film: bob rafelson and jack nicholson's own cockiness about how well the film would do, their complete disregard of the what the monkees themselves wanted, the studio being tired of the monkees/already having cancelled the show, the whole phenomenon dying out a little since record sales had gone down (the last album they put out was in february 1968 - by this point it was november, and the Head album wouldn't be released until December)...

another peter quote because I trust him the most (again from the day-by-day story, page 210)

Mike over the years has said different things, at one point calling Head an assisted suicide (pertaining to his own desires to kill the monkees phenomenon and be seen as a serious musician), at other points calling it a murder (which i think is how peter continued to see it throughout most of his life, while simultaneously recognising its artistic and cinematic merit, and also saying the soundtrack was the record he was proudest of besides headquarters 1967). but here's something Mike said in the Head commentary (some time in the early 2000s) which i find simultaneously funny and devestating:

so yeah. the main conclusion is that nothing was in Head's favour for it to do well. there were conflicting visions, conflicting motivations, a total lack of interest from Columbia pictures, and no one was on the Monkees' side, not even really the monkees themselves. the world just wasn't ready for the crazy anti-monkees monkee movie. their swag was too different. everybody wanted to kill them. but they didnt have to cos they killed themselves it happens right at the start of the movie and again at the end. WATCH HEAD.

#hopefully this makes sense. i love to talk about head #the monkees #head 1968 #op

[siberian-xanadu]

DENIZENS OF CLASSIC ROCK TUMBLR: I PRESENT TO YOU....

ROCKLEMANIA 2024

You may be asking yourself: Okay, Violet, what the fuck are you up to now? And when are you gonna get back to writing your fucking essays? And I would say to you: that's quite rude, chill out. Anyway, Rocklemania is an idea I conceived ("no, I wasn't conceived" quote here) during the Beatles v. Monkees poll, the massive Yes poll, and recently my very own Rush v. ELP poll. What do all these things have in common? Theoretical violence between rock bands! So, I thought to myself that it would be fun to do this with a shit ton of different bands in a March Madness style tournament bracket.

Each day during Rocklemania (which will begin on March 1st, 2024 to coincide with March Madness), I will post a couple polls (the amount is to be determined based on how many submissions I get), which will stage a theoretical fist fight between two rock bands. You guys will vote on who would win in this situation, and based on the results of the poll, the winner would move on, and I would write a funny little scenario describing what I think would've happened.

The submission form is NOW OPEN HERE!!!! You do not have to submit any personal information, any email, nada. Just what bands you'd like to be considered for this tournament. You can even submit more than once if you want! One thing I do ask is, just because there are SO MANY FUCKING BANDS OUT THERE, is please try to keep it limited to 60s and 70s bands! If you have any other suggestions, I will still consider them based on how funny I think they would be. One last thing: try to only submit 3 bands in each category, so I don't have an overwhelming number of bands to sort through! Last day to submit will be February 23rd, 2024.

Anyway, please, please PLEASE reblog to spread the word of Rocklemania 2024!!!!

(this is a tournament bracket btw)

#classic rock #progressive rock #prog rock #prog #rocklemania 2024

[thislovintime]

1968.

“‘Actually, I wanted to leave the group over two years ago when the first season ended, but the guys convinced me not to. I didn’t care about all the things that were happening, all the acclaim. I hated the work! It was tough, and I didn’t like it. I just wanted to record for all my life. Also, the pressure was awful. We were working in an incredibly new environment. Half of the crew on the show was young and had very little experience at that level of work. Many of them were getting their first big break. Actually, after the TV show was canceled it was easier for me to leave. Doing the TV show was the worst. Then came the movie, and I couldn’t forego the movie, so I did it. You know, there were moments here and there — lots of good, funny stuff happening throughout — but the only time that I was really happy was when we were recording the ‘Headquarters’ album. The concerts were fun, but during the concert tours you are removed from your friends except for the guys. And even when we did take a few friends along it was only a mild relief. This last tour of Australia and Japan wasn’t fun because I felt hideously under-rehearsed. I was constantly pushing for rehearsals, and they were constantly saying well, like later. We couldn’t get together. Also, we didn’t play any new music this last concert tour. It was all old tunes, nothing from our newer albums, and it was a bore. But I think they suspected I was leaving anyway. For me, a lot of the pressure was off. When I felt a part of the group every time someone said something that jarred my sensibilities, I’d raise a huge ruckus and everybody thought I was out of my mind. While we were making the TV Special, knowing I was not going to be there any longer, I just thought to myself — I don’t have to worry about this thing — and I just let everything slide off my back. They must have though something was screwy. Then I finally told them, ‘Gentlemen I’m in negotiations to resign from the group.’ And they said, ‘Okay, well, there’s not much time, we’d better get to work on this Special.’ So we taped the thing and that’s the last I saw of them. The last day of the taping they gave me this little testimonial memorial watch.’ From his pocket Peter drew out a silver, antique-looking timepiece with the back side engraved, ‘To Peter Tork, from the guys down at work.’ ‘I’m free, I don’t know what I’ll be doing. I’m actually a little apprehensive, because there’s no doubt that there are three other incredibly talented fellows out there. They’re very talented guys. Mike is one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. Micky is even funnier and Davy is just cute as a button. Who could ask for anything more? Davy dances so great, did you see him dance in the film? I’ve not seen dancing like that on the screen except from Fred Astaire. The only other thing is that I’m both really relieved and really, really apprehensive. I’m terribly glad and also terribly sad.’” - NME, January 25, 1969

“Peter and I were the bulk of the playing ability because we were musicians. But when Peter left it rather unnerved Davy and Micky — and I changed my mind [about leaving]. After all, the personal appearances were pretty well satisfying, the music was fun, and the whole thing was fairly lucrative. And Davy and Micky left alone would have been in real trouble.” - Michael Nesmith, Disc and Music Echo, September 19, 1970

"In a telephone interview this week, Tork explained why he left the group in 1968, three years after it was formed. ‘Musicians were being auditioned in an effort to create the Monkees, and the purpose was to reap money,’ he said. ‘But for our first two albums, studio musicians were hired to do the instrumentals and we just did the lead singing. I didn’t want that.’ Tork convinced the other three members, Davy Jones, [Micky] Dolenz and Mike Nesmith, to do the third album themselves. ‘But I couldn’t get the guys to go for that again, so the fourth album was half and half,’ he said. Critics had frowned on the Monkees for this. ‘Every single malcontent felt he had the right to tell me what was wrong with the situation. I took the critics to heart,’ Tork said. ‘When I talked to the guys about it, they told me if I want more I should get my own act.’ Tork describes his current relationship with Jones, Dolenz and Nesmith as ‘cordial.’ ‘I learned to put all my bitterness behind me,’ he said. ‘I hear about them through the grapevine, but we have no real call to talk to each other, although, I had a brief lunch with Davy Jones in Japan recently.’ When Tork joined the Monkees in October 1965, he was 23 years old and inexperienced in handling fame and fortune. ‘There’s a lot of things involved with money and recognition, and the price was much higher than I expected,’ he said. ‘There’s an isolating pressure that goes along with success. I couldn’t handle it.’" - article by Lisa Stenza, Connecticut Daily Campus, February 26, 1982 (read more in an older post)

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #The Monkees #Monkees #long read #Peter and Davy #Peter and Micky #Peter and Michael #can you queue it

[imeminemp3]

i love u peter mills you are my 70yo bestie

#reply to my reply asap i just sent my repky #actually i hope he never ever joins tumblr bc i act like this on here. one old man writes a book about the monkees n im obsessed with him #should i write an email to tye guy who wrote queen in cornwall #diary

[bloodenjoyer]

hey HEY we are the monkees (you know we love to please) a manufactured image- with NO philosophies! we hope you like our story (although there isn't one) that is to say there's many: that way there is more fun! you told us you like action, and games of many kinds...You like to dance we like to sing SO LET'S ALL LOSE OUR MINDS! we know it doesn't matter. cause what you came to see. is what we'd love to give you! and give it one-two-three! BUT it may come three-two-one-two (or jump from nine to five) and when you see the end in sight THE BEGINNING MAY ARRIVE! for those who look for meanings in form as they do fact, we might just tell you one thing but we'd only take it back! not back like in-a-box-back. Not back like in a race. not back so we can keep it. but BACK IN TIME AND SPACE! you say we're manufactured; to that we all agree. so make your choice and we'll rejoice in never being free! HEY HEY WE ARE THE MONKEES. we've said it all before. the money's in, we're made of tin, we're here to give you more! THE MONEY'S IN, WE'RE MADE OF TIN, WE'RE HERE TO GIVE YOU

[monkee-mobile]

It’s very interesting seeing the contrasts between watching The Monkees as a kid, and watching The Monkees being the age of Mike, Peter, Micky, and Davy in the show.

I’m trying to do a lot of the kinds of things The Monkees are: paying rent, getting money, getting food, and for me, the added struggle of being an autistic person while navigating the crazy social and financial time we’re in.

It’s been a comfort being back into this show, getting to grow with the boys in a different way than I did when I was eight or nine. Seeing them going through similar things as I am gives that sort of little adulthood crutch on top of the kiddiness of it all. They don’t always get what they need to right, but hey, peace not war, and money is the root of all evil, right?

Anyway, all four Monkees are neurodivergent, and I can project myself and all of my struggles onto their little polycule, because I’ve grown up watching 60s television, and nothing and nobody can stop me. I’ll dress like Peter Tork and sing the Gilligan’s Island theme song with Scooby Doo on in the background like I’m eight again, using my childhood and my new self in tandem because isn’t that just how it needs to be sometimes?

The show makes me feel good, like i’m not alone in it all, y know? Like my friends are still there, these four crazy boys i’ve known basically all my life. They’re some of the characters who helped me through all the crazy shit I went through as a kid, who I could escape with in my head into all their little antics and love for the world and each other.

And if we look from the logic of the 1997 reunion special, that show could still be going on somewhere, and I think it’s going on through all of us.

Anyways, that’s all. Just thinking about this a lot recently. I really do love The Monkees.

#the monkees #peter tork #mike nesmith #davy jones #micky dolenz #growing up #I should go to sleep now #I’ve just been thinking about this #I hope I did my thoughts justice #i’ve been dealing with people around me growing older #going in tandem with the hippie generation suddenly starting to really die off #Suddenly i’m back in the thick of it trying to work through it all again #and here the monkees still are #and one day I can use them to look back #look back both at my childhood and what i’m doing NOW #which makes me feel more important than I sometimes do #I need myself now so myself in the future can exist #oh look at that I wrote more #i’m very peace and love peace and love #alright goodnight don’t put up a fight goodnight goodnight to you

[doublydaring]

The footage of the shooting of Nguyen Van Lem is truly hideous, and has lost absolutely none of its power to shock, appall, and nauseate. Quite a thing to include in what had to be considered a pop film - or any film - and every year as I show the movie to my students they gasp or shriek at the sight. As the shot rings out, 19 of the 20 screens are filled with the monochrome image of Lem's murder, except the screen at far lower right, the one it originally appears in. This becomes a slow-mo shot of a blonde girl holding her hands to her face in what at first appears to be horror at what she has just seen - the kind of gesture my students make when they first see this moment - but then blows up to be a single full-screen shot of her, when it becomes clear she is seated amongst a throng of other young girls behaving in the same way. Rafelson may well crush a butterfly on a wheel here, but the point is made- is the girl screaming at he hideous inhumanity of what we have just scene, or is this her intense emotional response to what she is about to see? One of the film's serious purposes surfaces here -addressing the inundation of images through the media, and how popular culture is employed to satiate, distract, and pacify human response and potential resistance to the world that moves around us. The film does not revile or mock the young girl - it wants to wake her up.

The Monkees, Head, and the 60s - Peter Mills

#head (1968)