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@micky-dolenzio
Rare Monkees photos, © Karen Pollack
((These are so beautiful!! i love candids so much.
I touched up the micky photo a little bit on MS Paint:
if the owner or op of the pics minds me posting this, tell me and i’ll delete it though!!!))
Micky Dolenz: Somehow making the eating of a Sno-Cone oddly erotic since 1968.
(From the July 1968 issue of Monkees Monthly.)
"The world's not as bad as you think it is."
“Well Mick, maybe not in your eyes…” he spoke in just a mumble as he took another puff from his almost fully burnt out cigarette, slumped down on his little country home porch beside Micky, glancing over to him with just a lightly forced smile, his hoodie seemingly baggy over his lanky body and his appearance just exhausted, sad and lazy looking. “My world jus’ seems to suck right now I mean… the world itself now is at it’s peace, but hell, she took the kids ‘way from me, she left to ‘er mom’s house, and the band is practically done with anyhow, what’s there really t’be smilin’ about, man?”
Micky knew that Mike had a point, he and Phyllis were completely broken off now, and she wasn’t about to let up on her decision to take the kids away, he knew that for sure. And it was true, the band had pretty much run it’s course, Peter had left and they weren’t selling as well as they used to, but it was Micky’s job to be optimistic, he left the role of the pessimist to Mike.
“I don’t know about that man, I mean the world is great sometimes. I actually saw this really great dog today and-” Micky sensed this wasn’t the time to bring that up and decided to remember that story for later. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled deeply, “The way I look at it Mike,” He began, “Everything happens for a reason. Around every bad corner is something great waiting, and I know you’ve had your fair share of the bad recently, so things can only get better right? You’ve got a big ass great thing coming. I can feel it.” Which was true, Micky had always believed in Mike, even when he didn’t believe in himself, he knew that he was destined for better things, things much better than this.
“But see, I’m the full on dumbass in the situation this time…” he sighed softly, using his other hand to rub his face, looking out as he watched the sun very slowly set in front of his and Micky’s eyes. “I was th’one who fucked another woman, I was the one who’s got ‘er pregnant…” he looked to Micky again, the cigarette between his fingers just about finished off as the ashes fell right along the wood of the patio they were sat upon. “The so called good that really happened was the punishment of th’kids taken away from my hold when I hardly got to fuckin’ see ‘em in the first place, and Phyllis staying with ‘er mom for a while.” He knew just how negative he really had sounded, and he knew it’d just draw him lower and lower into the just sad way he has been, but all he wanted to speak was the honest truth.
“Y’see Mick..” he sighed as he looked to Micky again, brushing back his raven black, wavy hair away from his eyes as he spoke, “when there should be good thing’s comin’ around for me, they always will turn out awful, nothin’ good has ever come into my life anymore and it’s jus’ because that’s what I seem t’be deservin..” he shrugged a bit, then putting out the last of the cigarette, flicking it away and just shaking his head a bit. “I mean, I know I sound as negative as ‘ah can be, but it’s jus’ the honest truth..”
“Thing is though, maybe the new baby with Nurit it going to be your great thing, Mike. Think about it, this could be your second chance.” Micky had decided not to bring up that Phyllis was pregnant again too, since Mike was funny convinced she wouldn’t let him meet his little girl when she arrived.
Micky sighed and looked into Mike’s dark eyes, “You’re right, you do sound negative but I understand. I’m your best friend and I’m here to listen to all the shit you have in your head. I just think you’re being too hard on yourself.” Micky stubbed out his cigarette and shuffled around to face Mike properly. “Yeah, you fucked up cheating on Phyllis, but you’re human, Mike. Everybody fucks up. And think about the wonderful thing that you are getting from that ‘fuck up’ you’re getting another kid Mike, another baby for you to love and cherish like you have the boys. That kid is definitely not a fuck up, it’s not a mistake. That’s your kid.”
“I’ve got two on th’way, oh man…” he chucked softly to himself, combing his hand back in through his hair again and shaking his head. “One ‘ah boy, one a girl, one ‘ah I can see, and one ‘ah can’t…” he shrugged a bit, then just smiling a little to himself as he then looked up at Micky. “ ‘m expecting two kids at jus’ around the same time, but I can only see one… And it’s in jus’ a matter of two ‘r three months, y’know? I won’t get th’ chance to see my first lil’ daughter…” his voice went soft at the very thought of it, and as he finished talking, he reached in through his hoodie pocket, grabbing another cigarette for himself and sticking it between his lips, pulling out his lighter to light up the cigarette, then taking a bigger puff from it, then sighing as he lets out a small exhale. “C’mon Mick, why don’t we stop talkin’ all this negative bullshit, I can go int’ the house with you and we can do somethin’ in there.. “
“Yeah man I know it’s crap.” Micky said brushing his hand through his curls and looking at the ground. “Let’s go man, it’s starting to get cold out here” Micky agreed and stood to open the door to Mike’s house.
Micky walked inside, sat down on the couch and picked up the guitar which was leaning against it. “You been having anymore song ideas lately?” He asked plucking away at the strings. Although Mike hadn’t mentioned anything about a new song, Micky felt for sure that the Texan had been writing away. He almost always had song ideas and Micky loved hearing them, it really upset him that Mike hadn’t played him any in so long. “I’m sure you got something rollin’ around that big ol’ head of yours”
The Monkees in Australia, 1968, via Al Bigley
// aah the Dolenzmith tag, so pure so beautiful
Lookin hot in leather
Mike and Micky on tour in 1968. (X)
The bromance continues…46 years and counting…
DATE NIGHT.
Micky and Mike were such a married couple.
Some delicious Dolenzmith good-ness from the early ‘67 tour!
Micky Dolenz and Mike Nesmith: invading each others personal space since 1966.
"The world's not as bad as you think it is."
“Well Mick, maybe not in your eyes…” he spoke in just a mumble as he took another puff from his almost fully burnt out cigarette, slumped down on his little country home porch beside Micky, glancing over to him with just a lightly forced smile, his hoodie seemingly baggy over his lanky body and his appearance just exhausted, sad and lazy looking. “My world jus’ seems to suck right now I mean… the world itself now is at it’s peace, but hell, she took the kids ‘way from me, she left to ‘er mom’s house, and the band is practically done with anyhow, what’s there really t’be smilin’ about, man?”
Micky knew that Mike had a point, he and Phyllis were completely broken off now, and she wasn’t about to let up on her decision to take the kids away, he knew that for sure. And it was true, the band had pretty much run it’s course, Peter had left and they weren’t selling as well as they used to, but it was Micky’s job to be optimistic, he left the role of the pessimist to Mike.
“I don’t know about that man, I mean the world is great sometimes. I actually saw this really great dog today and-” Micky sensed this wasn’t the time to bring that up and decided to remember that story for later. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled deeply, “The way I look at it Mike,” He began, “Everything happens for a reason. Around every bad corner is something great waiting, and I know you’ve had your fair share of the bad recently, so things can only get better right? You’ve got a big ass great thing coming. I can feel it.” Which was true, Micky had always believed in Mike, even when he didn’t believe in himself, he knew that he was destined for better things, things much better than this.
“But see, I’m the full on dumbass in the situation this time…” he sighed softly, using his other hand to rub his face, looking out as he watched the sun very slowly set in front of his and Micky’s eyes. “I was th’one who fucked another woman, I was the one who’s got ‘er pregnant…” he looked to Micky again, the cigarette between his fingers just about finished off as the ashes fell right along the wood of the patio they were sat upon. “The so called good that really happened was the punishment of th’kids taken away from my hold when I hardly got to fuckin’ see ‘em in the first place, and Phyllis staying with ‘er mom for a while.” He knew just how negative he really had sounded, and he knew it’d just draw him lower and lower into the just sad way he has been, but all he wanted to speak was the honest truth.
“Y’see Mick..” he sighed as he looked to Micky again, brushing back his raven black, wavy hair away from his eyes as he spoke, “when there should be good thing’s comin’ around for me, they always will turn out awful, nothin’ good has ever come into my life anymore and it’s jus’ because that’s what I seem t’be deservin..” he shrugged a bit, then putting out the last of the cigarette, flicking it away and just shaking his head a bit. “I mean, I know I sound as negative as ‘ah can be, but it’s jus’ the honest truth..”
“Thing is though, maybe the new baby with Nurit it going to be your great thing, Mike. Think about it, this could be your second chance.” Micky had decided not to bring up that Phyllis was pregnant again too, since Mike was funny convinced she wouldn’t let him meet his little girl when she arrived.
Micky sighed and looked into Mike’s dark eyes, “You’re right, you do sound negative but I understand. I’m your best friend and I’m here to listen to all the shit you have in your head. I just think you’re being too hard on yourself.” Micky stubbed out his cigarette and shuffled around to face Mike properly. “Yeah, you fucked up cheating on Phyllis, but you’re human, Mike. Everybody fucks up. And think about the wonderful thing that you are getting from that ‘fuck up’ you’re getting another kid Mike, another baby for you to love and cherish like you have the boys. That kid is definitely not a fuck up, it’s not a mistake. That’s your kid.”
"The world's not as bad as you think it is."
“Well Mick, maybe not in your eyes…” he spoke in just a mumble as he took another puff from his almost fully burnt out cigarette, slumped down on his little country home porch beside Micky, glancing over to him with just a lightly forced smile, his hoodie seemingly baggy over his lanky body and his appearance just exhausted, sad and lazy looking. “My world jus’ seems to suck right now I mean… the world itself now is at it’s peace, but hell, she took the kids ‘way from me, she left to ‘er mom’s house, and the band is practically done with anyhow, what’s there really t’be smilin’ about, man?”
Micky knew that Mike had a point, he and Phyllis were completely broken off now, and she wasn’t about to let up on her decision to take the kids away, he knew that for sure. And it was true, the band had pretty much run it’s course, Peter had left and they weren’t selling as well as they used to, but it was Micky’s job to be optimistic, he left the role of the pessimist to Mike.
“I don’t know about that man, I mean the world is great sometimes. I actually saw this really great dog today and-” Micky sensed this wasn’t the time to bring that up and decided to remember that story for later. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled deeply, “The way I look at it Mike,” He began, “Everything happens for a reason. Around every bad corner is something great waiting, and I know you’ve had your fair share of the bad recently, so things can only get better right? You’ve got a big ass great thing coming. I can feel it.” Which was true, Micky had always believed in Mike, even when he didn’t believe in himself, he knew that he was destined for better things, things much better than this.
I spot beads and chest hair ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The Monkees, 1969
The Monkees goof around on set in 1966.
