The Monkees The Monkees (Vinyl - Colgems/RCA, 1966) ****
Genre: American pop
Places I remember: Greg Knowles gave his copy!
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles/ Gear costume: Last Train To Clarksville/ This Just Doesn't Seem To Be My Day
Active compensatory factors: Wow! What a year for music 1966 turned out to be: Pet Sounds, Revolver, Roger The Engineer, Takes Off, Freak Out! and then in October - The Monkees!!!
Yes, I'm still on a Monkees high after their recent Auckland concert (great 2019 version of The Last Train To Clarksville was a clear highlight btw).
Their debut holds up amongst that great company! There are some great tracks on here, confidence was high and the production is spot on pop-wise. And as to the sneery idea that 99% of the music came from session musicians? Too words: Pet Sounds. Two more words: True genius.
Where do they all belong? I'm gonna buy me a dog. Yes, sir!
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence - ROBERT FRIPP. Information is not knowledge; knowledge is not wisdom; wisdom is not truth; truth is not beauty; beauty is not love; love is not music; MUSIC IS THE BEST - FRANK ZAPPA. I think we're a little happier when we have a little music in our lives - STEVE JOBS. Music in the soul can be heard by the universe - LAO TZU. Rock and Roll is fire, man. FIRE. - DAVID BRIGGS. Music grips you, gets into your soul - GEORGE MARTIN
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The door into summer (The Monkees) (LP 310)
The Monkees Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. (Vinyl and CD - RCA 1967) *****
Genre: American pop
Places I remember: It's 1968 turning into 1969, I'm 11, and I am either playing sport, reading, or glued to the TV. One show I never miss is by The Monkees - a group that makes riotous irreverent fun of things AND sing great songs.
As a result, I have this album bought for me, my first LP, from a local shop in Three Kings, Auckland. Many years later Greg gave me his vinyl copy and I bought a CD pack of five Monkees albums from JB HiFi.
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles: Pleasant Valley Sunday
Gear costume: Most of the rest, although perhaps not Peter Percival Patterson's Pet Pig Porky
Active compensatory factors: Five stars! A classic! It's a cliche, I know, but, as a pre-teen, I really did just about wear out the grooves on this album.
I'm so glad I latched on to this at a young age as it set me up for a lifelong love of pop music.
The track listing shows an embarrassment of riches - songs that have hooks AND an edge. Who else could do that in the late 60's?
It holds up too. Each time I play it, it pops!
Where do they all belong? Back in the day I would expand outward from this base camp with The Hollies, The Small Faces, and then, in 1970, I got The Beatles Hey Jude album for Christmas and life was never the same again. But for a brief time in 1968, the world was Monkee coloured and I was a daydream believer.
Genre: American pop
Places I remember: It's 1968 turning into 1969, I'm 11, and I am either playing sport, reading, or glued to the TV. One show I never miss is by The Monkees - a group that makes riotous irreverent fun of things AND sing great songs.
As a result, I have this album bought for me, my first LP, from a local shop in Three Kings, Auckland. Many years later Greg gave me his vinyl copy and I bought a CD pack of five Monkees albums from JB HiFi.
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles: Pleasant Valley Sunday
Gear costume: Most of the rest, although perhaps not Peter Percival Patterson's Pet Pig Porky
Active compensatory factors: Five stars! A classic! It's a cliche, I know, but, as a pre-teen, I really did just about wear out the grooves on this album.
I'm so glad I latched on to this at a young age as it set me up for a lifelong love of pop music.
The track listing shows an embarrassment of riches - songs that have hooks AND an edge. Who else could do that in the late 60's?
It holds up too. Each time I play it, it pops!
Where do they all belong? Back in the day I would expand outward from this base camp with The Hollies, The Small Faces, and then, in 1970, I got The Beatles Hey Jude album for Christmas and life was never the same again. But for a brief time in 1968, the world was Monkee coloured and I was a daydream believer.
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