Poor Davy, best way to go though, being shot by an Angolan hitman. He didn’t see it comin…he didn’t see it comin.
Spent yesterday producing a magazine that included One Direction, Katy Perry and Posh Beckham. As I feared for my principles and my mind, the news came through of Davy’s death. These days manufactured music is like the spray from a dog with the skits, but despite the criticisms, they Monkees were like a dog who eats well and has his anal glands emptied regular-like. An attractive, fun bunch who enlivened my childhood mornings no end. Is there an equivalent now? Probably not. There’s no Knight Riders, A-Teams, Air Wolf(s) or The Fall Guy either. What is there now, fucking Hollyoaks, the Hills, Tallafornia? Might be time to drop the LSD in the water supply, otherwise a new generation of comedy writers inspired by How I met my Mother, The Big Bang Theory and The Republic of Telly (Rubberbandits exempt) will be defecating in our children’s ears and faces in 10-15 years time. This must be stopped. Our children won’t want the mess.
“Porpoise” is from the end of the movie Head, this was always my favourite Monkees tune. So trippy, weird and kinda Beatleseque. It was one of those songs that put paid to the myth of the Monkees being a one-dimensional pop band. Well that’s what I like to think, anyway.
and here’s Bongwater’s version. So trippy and actually completely coherent for this uncategorisable band. What exactly were they?
and here’s a remarkable poster, with one big typo.