But can you stop watching this?
But can you stop watching this?
Monkeeopoly cards are DONE. At least, this version is. Sorry, all text! But with as much text as needs to go on some of these, there would be no room for art. Gotta print them out and cut them apart. I’ll probably update them later, but this is the prototype! This is where we work out all the bugs, even the Doomsday type.
I seriously think you should try to sell the Monkeeopoly prototype to Rhino, for a tidy sum of money. But you’re my hero just for taking that silly thought-project and turning it into something real. I can’t wait to see it and play with it!
When it comes time to order food, will you check in with me? I won’t have a room at the Hilton for a delivery to be sent to. I have no idea what the schedule is for the vendors’ room, though I have asked. I’ll keep a cooler in my car with some sandwiches and fruit for emergencies, but I’d rather have something a little more substantial at least once a day.
Have my postcards, have my books, have an oversize print of the cover for a display sign, and have a nice blue faux-suede tablecloth.
I also have a cold. At least I have it now, and not a week from now!
I’m too scared to look.
Seriously. Does this mean that 66 people suddenly want to be friends, or just that some computer algorithm is spamming me?
Edited to add the second picture. Definitely spam.
Two Man Band is turning me into a James Lee Stanley fan.
Watch: Karen O and Ezra Koenig performing The Moon Song at the 86th Academy Awards
I’ve been writing a cover letter to send to James Frawley, along with a copy of Monkee Magic. I haven’t quite worked up the nerve to actually send it, but I’m gradually getting there. In the meantime, I came up with this little addendum to print on a separate piece of paper and slip into the back of the book… just in case.
DO IT! Do it do it do it do it do it! Please!
Well… er… I did. About a week or so ago. It went to an agency address in Los Angeles (Frawley lives near Palm Springs) so God only knows when and/or if it will ever get delivered to him, but at least I made the effort.
Father-in-law had heart surgery (he’s doing okay) and I spent the waiting time finishing off bluemoonalto’s book (buyyy iiiiiit). I disagree with some of the criticisms and I wish I’d marked which ones because that’s kind of a wimpy statement on its own. No further complaints though. Very entertaining read, and I did find things I hadn’t seen before.
(Was pleased to see someone had the same idea as me, re: Mike and the sledgehammer in Your Friendly Neighborhood Kidnappers. I cringe for him every time.)
Analysis of the forms of Monkee magic led me to a late-night conclusion that Peter is the source of the Monkees’ power. I don’t remember why, but it then led to Peter-is-Peter-Pan-grown-up musings. Do with that what you will.
It’s been brought to my attention that my blog is woefully lacking in Davy. This is mainly due to my unwillingness to slog through the various Davy Joneses that turn up in that particular tag. I will attempt to bring up the slack in the coming days.
First of all, let me add my good wishes for your father-in-law’s recovery.
Second, thanks ever so much for the plug!
Third, and most important, YAY for disagreeing with my opinions! I only started writing episode reviews (remember, this was a blog long before it was a book) so I could start some conversations with other fans. I never, never ever intended my reviews to be some sort of authoritative final word on any subject. So please, please, PLEASE come back when you have time and inclination and tell me your opinions. Free hugs and virtual frodis for all!
Finally, I am just pickled tink to see a paragraph that starts with the words, “Analysis of the forms of Monkee magic….” Come here, kindred spirit, and sit beside me.
How The Beatles will guide you through life
Before the first gold record, before the first concert tour, before the Monkees racked up four number-one albums in a single year and outsold the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, THE MONKEES was a half-hour TV show, airing Monday nights on NBC. Join a nostalgic viewer as she rediscovers the magical series of her childhood, exploring the episodes with a warm heart, a critical eye and a sentimental sensibility. From teeny bopper bubblegum to psychedelic experimentation, from matching blue eight-button shirts to eye-popping paisley, from playful romps to sophisticated performance videos, watch the sideburns grow and the love beads multiply as the revolutionary, rebellious little rock ‘n’ roll TV show cheerfully pokes the corporate network television machine and paves the way for boy bands, MTV and American Idol.
Monkee Magic: a Book about a TV Show about a Band provides insightful commentary about all 58 episodes of the original MONKEES television series, as well as the feature film Head and the group’s two stand-alone TV specials. With a wry sense of humor and just a little bit of affectionate snark, the author notes comedy highlights, running gags, nitpicks, obscure cultural references and inside jokes. It’s a fresh view, a provocative analysis and a whimsical journey for dedicated Monkees fans and nostalgic boomers alike.
Iain Lee, broadcaster and Monkee Maniac, says:
At last, THE MONKEES TV series is given the respect and the detailed study it has long deserved. While their music is seen by many as timeless and classic, the onscreen antics of the pre-fab four have been criminally overlooked. Now the groundbreaking and innovative show is gathered together in one well written and passionate book.
$15.95$14.36 paperback $4.99 e-book
THE MONKEES® is the federally registered trademark of Rhino Entertainment Company. There is no affiliation, endorsement or connection between Rhino Entertainment Company and this book or its author.
This sweet little fragment of a duet from Monkee Mother, along with Micky singing while Peter plays in Hitting the High Seas, are my two favorite “real” musical moments in the series.
I forgot … what dates are the convention?
March 14 - 16. Just a little more than 2 weeks from now!