RIP Mike Nesmith

 

I found out today that one of the last remaining members of the Monkees died. I got way into the Monkees when I was in my early twenties after hearing Randy Scouse Git on Spotify and jumping up to see who the band was. I couldn't believe it was the Monkees, as I only knew them for Daydream Believer up until that point. I gushed about my new obsession to my boyfriend's dad, Old R. He was an old hippie. The next weekend he found a ton of Monkees records at the town yard sales. I took them into my room and listened to them while staring at the album art. I was falling in love with this bubblegum pop psychedelic sound...

I soon discovered that The Monkees (half of them that is, Dolenz and Tork) were playing in Palm Springs at a casino on my birthday,  March 27th 2015! I immediately bought tickets. I was so obsessed that as a gift to myself that year, I wrote a fanfic called My Adventure with the Monkees, a reverse-harmen adventure in 1960's San Fransisco. In honor of Nesmiths life, I wanted to share some of the scenes from that story that feature him...

 The beginning of the story, where the protagonist first meets the Monkees playing a show in the park...

At first introduction, you can see moody Michael's contempt for the recording studios producer. Don Krishner...

After a hike with the band, Nesmith breaks into song performing The Kind of Girl I Could Love.

Here is the climax of the protagonist's relationship with Nesmith, as she flees Davy Jones into the rainy park while Nesmith sings Of You and they embrace, unaware he is married and just using her to blow off steam while on tour.

And here is a classic conflict of two guys fighting over a girl, as Nesmith challenges Davy Jones while Mickey Dolenz attempts to break it up by singing Randy Scouse Git.