It was actually a cool little place where people can also perform. Had a cool rickety old upright piano there. Would dig playing there. Didn't really want to drink so headed out...

 

...and I walk right into Micky Dolenz with nobody else around him. I said:  "Well, hello Micky Dolenz" and shook his hand. It was just weird. I've seen him more in the last few weeks than nearly everyone I know. And there was no one around him.

 

I really feel bad for the die-hard fans that might be reading this and who want to shoot me right now. I'm really just along for the ride. Of course Hank jumped in soon after and asked him a dozen questions (he was also in the hospitality room at The Greek last month with him) and I proceeded to watch that interchange and the humorous body language within. Micky was rather cordial considering the hyper-osity around him. Then again, when you dress up like that, you're gonna stand out. And on that subject.

 

Though this picture is not from last night, this is exactly what he was wearing. Now, I am the last man to give another man shit for wearing the same thing all the time. I am known for wearing the same clothes for decades and the Cam hat? That bitch was attached to my head for 15 years straight... but when it's the outfit you wear on the cover of your album?

Ya know? I mean, maybe he's just actively trying to "brand" himself, I've certainly done my share of this... but it just struck me as odd that you would seemingly walk off your album cover to go see a fellow Monkee sing a few tunes.

 

But of course, this is kind of what I lack in this industry. In his shoes, I would probably sneak in and sneak out to show support. And in return would sell zero albums. <shrugs>

 

We soon got our seats and I readied myself for the attempt at taping the show. I brought a camera I could turn on and record with absolutely no lights showing, and was happy with my chances.

They said I could go back in and watch the show, which was actually very nice of them, but just then all the COLLECTORS came running out and started setting up their albums. I assumed Nesmith was done and they were on the "hunt" for him and I figured I'd better stay with them as honestly? They were a lot more interesting. There could be a documentary on this sub-culture, easy.

I eventually went around back because I knew there was no way Mike was coming into the courtyard. He just seemed way too fragile onstage. No, he was going to walk out the back, to his car, and go home. When I got there, there were a few of the hardcore peeps there and man, they were just... intense. This dude to the left was pointing out all the "regulars", being angry at everyone blocking him. He took this really, really seriously and he was simply frightening. Everyone knew who he was, too. Weird.

And then there's this jackhole who I'll call Martin because his fucking name is Martin. He was telling another guy what the paparazzi laws were and how you could stand in front of celebs and block them as long as they had room to go around you. Basically how to be as much of an dick as possible to people within the law. Then he's like "Hey, don't take video of me." Why? 'Cause it's INTRUSIVE? 'Cause it's a DICK thing to do? Sucks when the shoe is on the other foot doesn't it.