i think uh head is a critism of the industry that traps the boys in. they wanted to be free to do things like the other bands of the time and be taken just as seriously as them because they were just as capable of any other band in the sixties. but instead they were made to do whatever makes the most money,,, puppets of commercialisation if you will. and head tries to deconstruct their situation and expose to their audience what they were going through at the time. it’s kind of like a plea of help
To celebrate the creation of @monkeecreations and their #moctevent, I wrote this ridiculous pseudo-play/screenplay about YOUR FAVORITE MONKEE (October 12 challenge).
SCENE OPENS: A public theater/hall in Malibu, California, 1966
MICKY: *steps up to microphone at podium, clears throat* Um, hello there. My name is Micky Dolenz.
*CHEERS FROM THE AUDIENCE (revealed to be Peter Tork, Davy Jones, and Mike Nesmith)
MICKY: *fake embarrassment* Thank you, thank you, you’re all too kind. Really. No, I mean it. No, please, stop … I’m blushing.
*SILENCE FROM AUDIENCE*
MICKY: I’m serious, please, I know you’re excited to see me, but —
MIKE: THE MOMENT HAS PASSED, MICK. GET ON WITH IT.
DAVY: *whistles in appreciation*
MICKY: Fine, fine. Can’t let a guy bask, but WHATEVER. I’m here to give a lecture on “My Favorite Monkee.” My favorite Monkee is … *pauses for effect … pauses more … pauses just a little bit more*
MONKEES: MICKY!
MICKY: … is … ME!
*AUDIENCE EXPLODES IN PROTEST*
Boo!
Hiss!
GET OFF THE STAGE, YA BUM!
MICKY: Wait, who said that?
DAVY: *shrugs innocently*
MICKY: ANYWAY. I’m just kidding! Of course, my favorite Monkee is none other than … Mike Nesmith!
*CHEERS FROM DAVY AND PETER*
MIKE: Aw jeez, you guys …
MICKY: *pulls out crumpled piece of paper from pocket and makes a show of smoothing it out* And with some help from the audience, I’ll explain why.
MIKE: Mick … guys … did you rent this hall out? How much did this cost? We coulda done this at the Pad … or … not at all.
MICKY: It’s not important, Mike! What’s important is Mike Nesmith Appreciation Day!
DAVY: Hear hear!
PETER: Here … what, Davy?
MICKY: GENTLEMEN. I must ask for silence until you are called upon!
MIKE: *mutters* For the love of …
MICKY: Mike is our favorite Monkee because we’d probably be homeless without him. None of us know how money works. Or bills. Or anything outside of music and girls.
MIKE: No foolin’! Again, Micky … how much is this costing us???
MICKY: *ignores Mike* Audience participation time! You, the handsome golden-haired cherub in the front row. Why is Mike your favorite Monkee?
PETER: *stands, clears throat, smiles* Mike always rescues me when I get kidnapped. Which happens an awful lot. And my mother thinks he has the best posture of anyone she’s ever met.
MIKE: *blushes* Well, I do keep in good shape runnin’ around after you guys when you get in trouble.
MICKY: I call upon David Jones, Esquire. Stand up and tell us why Mike Nesmith is your favorite Monkee.
DAVY: I am standing up!
MICKY: *grimaces, tugs awkwardly at collar* Riiiiiight. Sorry about that. Please continue.
DAVY: Mike is my favorite Monkee because he washes his hat every week, whether it needs it or not.
MIKE: … that’s it?
DAVY: *shrugs* Hygiene is my bag, man.
MIKE: Sweet merciful heavens …
MICKY: Of course, we’re joking, Mike! You’re our favorite Monkee because you are our bestest friend, our leader, our guide, our inspiration, and our heart. And you write the prettiest songs.
PETER AND DAVY: *whistle and cheer*
MIKE: *blushes deeply, sinking into his seat* You guys …
MICKY: *bats eyelashes* WE WUV YOU, MIKE!
PETER AND DAVY: *pounce Mike for hugs*
MIKE: Ack! Fellas! C’mon, now … I’m from Texas!
PETER: Texans need hugs, too!
MICKY: *shoves paper into pocket* Okay, fellas … time to split. I think the people who own this spot realize I’m not actually a Nobel Prize–winning visiting professor from Noitall University!
MIKE: So y’all snuck us into this place for this ridiculous display?
MICKY: Yup!
MIKE: And it didn’t cost us a dime?
DAVY: Not a red cent, mate!
MIKE: *huge smile* Aw fellas, you really do love me!
MICKY: *grimaces at the sound of angry voices in the distance* We sure do. NOW RUN!
