Davy Jones: A Memorial

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I'm probably going to lose my cool, indie cred for blogging this publicly, but I always liked the Monkees as much as I liked the Beatles. Maybe even slightly more.

Granted, coming home from school and watching reruns on channel 32 helped - it kind of made being in a band slightly romantic. Growing up on a steady diet of the Monkees, A Hard Day's Night, and The Marx Brothers, I developed a slightly irreverent, anti-establishment sense of humor. But also, it helped that the Monkees had some pretty strong tunes - you would never mistake them for the Beatles, but you could get a decent three-minute extravaganza out of them.

Hearing about Davy Jones' passing yesterday was shocking....much of it surrounding the unbelievability of the event. Jones was the most obvious showman of the group, the one most set to be a teen idol. It's easy to forget now how radical the idea of using television to create pop stars was in the 1960s. (Heck, the Byrds even wrote a song which seemed to be a snarky response to the group). But Jones was a natural - so much so that guest appearing on The Brady Bunch after the Monkees' success didn't seem all that out of line.

(No, I don't know how far along his Brady Bunch appearance was after the Monkees. I'll leave that to Roger to correct me on in the comments :))

But there's something uniquely iconoclastic about the Monkees' story - yes, it was a split between musical and artistic expression (Tork/Nesmith) versus more commercial, show-biz impulses (Dolenz/Jones). But Jones, at the very least, helped make sure that for whatever their more noble creative impulses, the group had that show biz grounding.

Plus, the guy played maracas - and tamborine - like nobody could.

My two favorite items of Monkees related media...well, I blogged about my favorite Monkees album long ago and far away, and I would like to direct you to the Daydream Believers made-for-tv-docudrama. Yes, it's chock full of factual errors, but it's a pretty cool representation of that time. Plus, it has Colin Ferguson from Eureka. I'll end with an embedded fan video, but be sure to include it on your Netflix queue....along with the Monkees episodes and Head.

That's probably the best way to remember Mr. Jones' career - with one heckuva show.

For Mother's Day, Give Yourself...The Power of Tork!

Yes, it's Mother's Day, and it's time for you to discover the power within, the power to move towards your ultimate potential. It's time to discover....the Power of Tork!

He plays music. He answers questions. And he's way cooler than Jack Klugman.

So come, friends, and soak yourselves in...The Power of Tork!

Presented as a public service

P.S. This is what happens after I have a stressful week - I just get rather silly.

April's Record You Should Own

Originally, I was going to write this on April Fool's Day...but that would have been disrespectful.

Besides, in an age where a guy like Sanjaya is considered worthy of media coverage, you have to give the Monkees their props. Originally designed as a Beatles knock-off, these four gentlemen decided to take their musical futures in their own hands. Their previous album was the first where they played their own instruments; however, this month's Record You Should Own easily stands toe-to-toe with other great 1967 albums, like Forever Changes or Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

That's right - Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn, and Jones Ltd is that good. If Rhino Handmade really loved us, they would put out a limited edition boxed set of these sessions.

Much of it comes through the stylistic diversity of the album - PACJ hits on country ("Salesman", "What Am I Doing Hangin' 'Round?"), teenybopper pop ("She Hangs Out"), sheer psychedelic freakout (check the end of "Pleasant Valley Sunday"), psychedelia ("Words", "Daily Nightly"). For that alone - coming from four guys juggling a hit television show, touring, and recording - should be enough.

Part of the genius of this album is that, sonically, it is nothing like its contemporaries. This is the first use of the Moog Synthesizer in pop music, giving several songs a slightly unearthly quality (check "Daily Nightly" or "Star Collector"'s malevolent middle). Plus, several times backing vocals are used almost as a fifth instrument (the end of "Pleasant Valley Sunday", "Words", and the creepy mix of Micky Dolenz' and Mike Nesmith's voices on "Love is Only Sleeping"), giving the album a slightly ominous air. If you're looking for flower power cliche's, this is definitely not your album.

Finally, this happens to show a much darker side to the Monkee's music (which is probably why most oldies stations only play "Pleasant Valley Sunday." Lyrically, the songcrafters who wrote the Monkees' fare have given some nice little lyrical clues - maybe everyone was having enough of the grind, but what other so-called bubblegum band would dare use lines like:

"Then she turned away and said/Once I loved but love is dead..."

"My thoughts all seem to stray/to places far away/I need a change of scenery..."

"And mountainsides put arms around/the unsuspecting city"

"Well I guess your chances come but once/and boy, I sure missed mine..."

"How can I love her/when I just don't respect her?"

(These were, ironically, the same sessions which gave us "Daydream Believer")

Anyway, if there's one really killer track, it's Davy Jones singing "Star Collector". Personally, I believe that if you replaced the organ and Moog with a fuzzy guitar, and gave Davy more of a Cockney accent, you would have a killer Sex Pistols cover. Of course, for many, you would think of Peter Tork riding around a flying saucer control room on a motorcycle. But trust me, this is one killer track on a great album.

There's bad news and good news when it comes to this album - according to Amazon.com, it's out of print. However, you should be able to find it on Rhapsody, or ITunes. (Rhino has a non-MP3 version available for direct download for $10. You can't beat that price, folks).

Or better yet - head down to your local indie record store. They have a lot of great music available, may sell used CDs, and quite frankly - it's a great place to learn how to be a musical guru.