Tuesday's Daughter

"Due to lack of interest, tomorrow was canceled!"

[tuesdays-daughter]

[tuesdays-daughter]

Peter <3

[1967mccartney]

India, 1968.

[ahabutterfly]

When in english ????  And in french please ????

[tuesdays-daughter]

There hasn’t been any announcement about a translation yet according to their website (http://a-ha.com/news/articles/morten-harket-autobiography-published/) It’s been almost a year but no update yet. I think they’ll probably translate it eventually though! :)

[bestofthe60s]

Visit Original Link

[the60sbazaar]

The Monkees

[demonzebr]

December 1965, West Hampstead Studio, Sheriffs Road, London

[tuesdays-daughter]

I was tagged by @beatlebuddy to post the first ten songs that come up when I shuffle my music. (Thank you!!)

1. I Always Get What I Want - Avril Lavigne

2. I’m Gonna Love You Too - Buddy Holly

3. What Goes on - The Beatles

4. Tapioca Tundra - The Monkees

5. Wendy - The Beach Boys

6. She Is Still a Mystery - The Lovin’ Spoonful

7. She Hangs Out - The Monkees

8. You Don’t Have to Walk in the Rain - The Turtles

9. Love Und Romance - The Slits

10. Walk in the Sun - McFly

I’ll tag @thank-your-lucky-stars, @davy-bruh, @eletrickdreams, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[faroutjimin1]

Help! (1965)

[reptlia-deactivated20221222]

Ringo Starr on Conan.

[vinylzayn-deactivated20200423]

Yes you are Ringo<3

[s-k-e-t-c-h-y-artist]

Very true

[thank-your-lucky-stars]

"That could have been your face, motherfucker!"

So it was 46 47 48 49 50 (!!) years ago that Mike Nesmith put a hole in the wall of Don Kirshner’s Beverly Hills Hotel suite. In tribute, I have typed up Micky’s take on that infamous night.

Taken from “I’m a Believer: My Life of Monkees, Music and Madness” by Micky Dolenz.

The end of January, 1967.

Cut To: Int. Kirshner’s Bungalow – Night The four Monkees, Donnie Kirshner, and Herb Moelis (a Screen Gems lawyer) are in attendance. The boys have just arrived and pleasantries have been exchanged. The atmosphere is tense. Everyone knows what’s coming, and no one is looking forward to it. Micky is lounging in a chair, dreading the inevitable. Peter is standing against a wall with his arms folded. Davy is doing his nails. This time it’s Mike who’s pacing like a caged tiger. Donnie has four Gold records stacked up on a table. He picks them up and hands them to the guys. He grins a big toothy grin. DONNIE So, here they are guys. Your sparkling new Gold records! Congratulations! MICKY (feinged enthusiasm) Great! DAVY (feinged enthusiasm) Great! PETER (no enthusiasm) Hummph! MIKE (ominously) When is the next release scheduled? DON Well… we think it should be in late February… or so. PETER (sarcastically) Well, guys. I guess we better get into the studio and start recording some new tunes. Our tunes. Donnie’s big toothy grin starts to fade. All you can see now are the tips of his fangs. DONNIE No, no. Don’t bother, We’ve already recorded some great new tracks in New York. There’s this one unbelievable tune by Neil Diamond… You remember him, he wrote “I’m a Bel…” MIKE (exploding) What! You recorded new tracks in New York? Why the hell didn’t you talk to us first? It’s our names going on those records! Whatever was left of the big toothy smile is gone and lost forever. It has been replaced by a thin, grim smirk. DONNIE Take it easy, kid. Why don’t you just be happy with this Gold record and… MIKE Look! Either we get total and complete control of all the recording and the releases or I’m quitting! Donnie is taken aback; the grim grin is frozen on his face. Even the other three guys are stunned. No one thought it would come to this. And no one thinks Mike is bluffing. Mike doesn’t bluff. Suddenly, Herb Moelis, the lawyer, speaks up. MOELIS (arrogantly) You’d better take a look at your contract, son. You can’t quit unless we tell you you can quit. Big mistake! This is not something you tell Mike Nesmith, even as a joke, on a good day. Mike spins around to confront the squirmy legal beagle. There is fire in his eyes and a fury in his heart. His fists are clenched. The veins are popping out of his neck. He looks like he is about to explode all over this little litigator. Somehow he manages to maintain his self control.. He turns to the nearby wall, cocks back his fist, and plunges it into the thirty-year-old lath and plaster. MIKE THAT COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR FACE, MOTHERFUCKER! With that he storms out of the seething room and into the cool LA night.

Fade out.

[thank-your-lucky-stars]

[thank-your-lucky-stars]

View all of my Monkees episode highlights

[sedgewina]

[5-golden-ringos]

[babynesmith]

The Monkees Easter Eggs: Micky Dolenz singing the theme song to “Circus Boy”

Bonus:

[tuesdays-daughter]

My new CDs :)

[yoursunnygirlfriend]

Me too, Peter.  Me too.