I’m here all alone today. At first I enjoyed the silence, and then I decided to put on some music.
It’s The Monkees.
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees… people say we monkey around…
A bit before my time, as far as the “heart throb” thing, but I grew up watching them in syndication, and, you know, as musicians, they’re honestly not that bad (and they did play their own instruments). Mike Nesmith went on to do some really interesting solo work, and Peter Thorkelson (aka Peter Tork) is still a musician, actually. So they were the Prefab Four, so what?
Anyway, regardless of where they are now or what they’re doing, I like The Monkees stuff from the sixties, and that, by golly, is what I’m listening to.
And then I saw her face… now I’m a believer… not a trace of doubt in my mind… I’m in love… I’m a believer, I couldn’t leave her if I tried…
(Okay, so it was written by Neil Diamond, I still like the Monkees version…)
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