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Davy Jones in a bolo tie. Will wonders never cease?
(Photo by Michael G. Bush, via Monkees Live Almanac.)
mY FAVORITE THING IS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE SHIPS WHERE THE SHORT ONE IS A LITTLE CONDENSED BALL OF PURE RAGE AND THE TALL ONE IS SUPER NICE AND NERVOUS AND ALWAYS HAVING TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE SHORTER ONE
On this day, forty-eight years ago, four long-haired boys came barreling into living rooms across America. They gave millions of young people something to smile about, something to laugh at and to carry them away from their troubles, even for just half an hour each Monday evening.
No one could have known that this television show’s reach would extend far beyond its two short broadcast years. No one could have known that the Monkees’ story—a band that wasn’t a band, that ended up becoming a band—would be one told again and again, to the newer generations of fans that were to become legion as the decades passed.
To Bob Rafelson and Bert Schneider: Thank you for being the authors of the madness. For creating something that no one else would’ve dared to at the time. For pushing the envelope, inserting love and peace into the nation’s consciousness—all the while being subversive and expanding people’s minds without even knowing it. We all owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude…even if you guys did kinda end up being dicks towards the Monkees in the end.
To Don Kirshner, Tommy Boyce, and Bobby Hart: The Man with the Golden Ear, and the men who are responsible for us getting the funniest looks from everyone we meet. Thank you all for creating the soundtrack that brought the show alive. For your musical insights and knowledge, for being such hard-working individuals who translated songs into unparalleled success. We owe you all a tremendous debt of gratitude, too…even if you also ended up being a dick towards the Monkees in the end, Donnie K.
Last (but certainly not least), to The Monkees: Oh, boy. Where do we even begin? Thank you. Thank you not only for changing so many people’s lives, but also for saving them. Thank you for being the four friends so many of us needed when we didn’t have any, and the four friends we wanted when we did. Thank you for the joy, the comfort, the company, the lessons, and the love that you gave us. Thank you for being four pieces of the most delicious eye candy anyone has ever seen. Thank you for standing up, for fighting, for being true to yourselves even when everyone thought you weren’t a “real” band. Thank you for opening the world up and showing us what it could be, if only young people would work together for a common goal. Thank you for forging a connection that could outlast anything, even death.
Thank you for making daydream believers out of all of us.
HAPPY 48TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE MONKEES!
Hi there! Wow, well this is certainly a big question. We’d be more than happy to tell you some info about the dynamics of each Monkees slash pairing, as this is something we’ve (obviously) discussed at length over the last few years. Our preferred pairing happens to be Torksmith (Mike Nesmith/Peter Tork), but the most important thing to keep in mind is that whether or not a pairing makes sense to ship is a purely subjective thing. So for example, what this means is that, while the pairing of Torklenz (Micky/Peter) might totally make sense to ship to one person, it might not make sense to ship them at all to someone else. So take a look at our analysis below and then feel free to draw your own conclusions.
Mike Nesmith/Peter Tork (Torksmith): While some Monkees fans express a great deal of incredulity at the idea of these two together, they are a personal favorite couple of ours. The two opposite personalities prove to be a powerful contrast—oil and water, dark and light, pragmatic Texan vs. free-spirited hippie. Odds are they would harbor a great deal of sexual tension between them—largely unresolved, because Peter fears being rejected by Mike, and Mike’s far too uptight and paranoid to even try to indulge that side of himself. Yet when they really get into it (be it a fight or otherwise), the sparks start to fly. They are the “star-crossed lovers” of the bunch, and dramatic overtones are never in short supply when they’re around.
Micky Dolenz/Mike Nesmith (Dolenzmith): Mike and Micky are the “bromance” of the group. From almost the beginning, Micky has seemed to look up to Mike, to worship him, in a sense, and Mike has taken Micky under his wing. The “spontaneous goof” moments in Monkees episodes where Mike and Micky play off each other are classic (Save the Texas Prairie Chicken, anyone?), and the raw masculinity displayed by Mike serves as a great contrast for Micky’s more “delicate” sensibilities. Even now, Micky still idolizes Mike—affectionately quoting him in interviews and calling him “Papa Nez”—and the bromance lives on.
Micky Dolenz/Peter Tork (Torklenz): Peter and Micky are the “best friends” of the group. The two most “kid-like” members of the Monkees, it’s not hard to envision Peter and Micky dragging each other into the other’s schemes and adventures. Together, they make for a playful, yet very sweet, romantic/sexual dynamic. The laid back, easygoing nature of their personalities also allows for them both to switch effortlessly between being the dominant and the submissive. They are never afraid to act like 15-year-olds around each other, and even if one or both have wandering eyes, they still remain committed to each other at the end of the day.
Peter Tork/Davy Jones (Jork): The Hippie and the Diva is how we’d describe these two. Peter is laid back, sexually versatile, and more than willing to welcome Davy into the world of sweaty, man-on-man action. Seduction is possible on both sides, though, with Davy’s overly-inflated ego. It wouldn’t be hard to see him prancing around almost naked just because he knows it would get Peter riled up. The two personalities will sometimes clash, but ultimately they’ll have some great chemistry.
Davy Jones/Micky Dolenz (Jolenz): If Peter and Mike are the mom and dad of the Monkees, then Davy and Micky are the kids. The two youngest members of the group, they would comfort each other as much as they’d make each other laugh. Micky might be the one person Davy could really show his softer side to, and Davy (even though he’s younger) would be great at absorbing and staying levelheaded at Micky’s manicness.
Mike Nesmith/Davy Jones (Jonesmith): Ah, the two Capricorns. There’s no doubt that these goats would ram horns quite often. Mike would be drawn to Davy’s delicate physique—he’d want to assert himself in the dominant position because of Davy’s short stature. But personality-wise, Davy’s as domineering as Mike is, so they would surely often fight it out for who ends up on top. Both are also street-wise, being the two Monkees who grew up under tough, working-class conditions. So they are the two who most know what money is, and what it is to be without it, and would be able to understand each other well in that regard.
In the late 1960s, if you were a musician living in or visiting L.A, there were three party stops: David Crosby’s house, Mama Cass’, and Peter Tork’s.
"My friend Ned Doheny and I would say, "Let’s go up to Peter’s house, see what’s going on." Sometimes you would walk in and there would be twelve girls in the pool, naked. And they were beautiful women, people of substance, not bimbos - not that we would have minded if they were bimbos. One time Jimi Hendrix was up there jamming with Buddy Miles in the pool house, and Peter’s girlfriend was playing the drums, naked. She was gorgeous, like a Varga girl is gorgeous, this physically flawless creature."