Lindsey Buckingham got kicked out of Fleetwood Mac (again), The Monkees made their first-ever Christmas album (!), and I am still waiting for that big Turtles Battle of the Bands Commemorative Special Anniversary Collectors Edition. In the meantime though, I remained happily pigging along beneath headphones to (in strictly Alphabetical order)…
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GARY PIG GOLD with TEN YOU MAY HAVE MISSED In 2018
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Andy Reed, Andy Warhol, Beau Brummels, Big Star, Brandon Schott, Cait Brennan, Chris Richards, Colina Phillips, Craig Dorfman, Davenports, David Grahame, DBAWIS, Dick Cavett, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eddie Kramer, Edgar Breau, Flamin’ Groovies, Fred Astaire, Gary Pig Gold, Generation X, George Harrison, Glen Matlock, Irwin Chusid, Jack Nicholson, Jack Palance, Jimi Hendrix, Jingyu Yao, John Lennon, Kim Deschamps, Lane Steinberg, Miles Davis, music, NRBQ, Paul Williams, Phil Spector, R. Stevie Moore, Records, Rich Kids, segarini, Sex Clark Five, Sex Pistols, Simply Saucer, Sitcom Neighbor, Subtractions, Todd and Jingyu, Todd Lerner, Tot Taylor, X Ray Spex, XNYMFO, Yoko Ono on January 28, 2019 by segariniRoxanne Tellier: MonkeeMania! Part Deux
Posted in Opinion with tags 16 Magazine, Bobby Hart, Davy Jones, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Harry Nilsson, Head, Jack Nicholson, Jann Wenner, Jimi Hendrix, Leonard Nimoy, Mark Lindsay, Michael Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, music, Peter Noone, Peter Tork, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, Rolling Stone, Roxanne Tellier, Samantha Juste, The Bobcast, The Monkees, TIGER beat, Tommy Boyce, Toronto on February 9, 2014 by segarini
Critics called them “The Pre-Fab Four,” but a generation of little girls understood. Those of us coming into puberty, who had been just a little too young to have had fantasies about The Beatles, now had our very own super group. The Monkees were cute! They were funny! And really – could this quartet be more non-threatening? The worse that could happen would be that Davy might not get the girl … but he always did.
My best friends and I would loll around for hours, listening to their latest record, buying every copy of 16 Magazine and TIGER beat with a picture of one of the boys on the cover, and of course, watching the show every Sunday night. We’d squeal on the phone about their rumoured escapades, and dream of some day meeting a real live Monkee.
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