Can't say that I love The Monkees as much as I love The Beatles (I wouldn't trust anyone who does), but that certainly doesn't mean I don't care. I was introduced to The Monkees on the night of the epic slumber party that was my seventh birthday. After shot gunning a couple of sodas, eating our weight in pizza and blowing out the candles, it was time for presents. Knowing my love for musicals and oldies, the mother of a dear and now long lost grade school companion gave me The Best of The Monkees. A faithful fan I have been ever since, with only a minor glitch when I was disturbed to discover they were a "made for TV" band and may not have...in a strictly technical sense...played their own instruments. Needless to say I got over it. I mean, who really cares? Davy Jones and his ridiculous bowl cut alone were enough to keep me hooked. The video below is especially wonderful for containing the following: catchy lyrics, striped outfits, mutton chops and above all some of the best/worst white boy dance moves known to man.
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