I was a gullible, naive, starry-eyed 12 year old when The Monkees burst into my little world in 1965! Imagine - 12 years old- pre-pubescent, girly, living in a northern city in England with an outside bog and a bath on four legs with fishy-wallpaper, no central heating and no telephone, 'fridge or car...and only a second-hand record-player...and my last 'great love' had been Ilya Kuryakin of 'Man from U.N.C.L.E.' fame...)
But we had a TELLY! And every Saturday night, around 5.15 o'clock, in black and white, these 4 fabulous and exotic American guys broke into my life and made me breathless! It was Love at First Sight! I saved my pocket-money; I bought the albums ( called, in those days and in that place, 'L.P's' ); I subscribed to the 'Monkees Monthly' magazine; I loved and adored and stuck endless photographs on my damp and scruffy attic bedroom walls....and my schoolgirl-friends adored equally...my great love was Nesmith ( I didn't realise what musical taste I had, back then ), my friends, in turn, 'adopted' Tork and Jones ( alas, poor Dolenz, I can't remember any of my friends liking him enough to fantasize about! )and we were enraptured! Why not The Beatles or The Stones? I have no idea, except, perhaps, they were for a very slightly older generation...and I mean about 2 years older.
45+ years later and I've bought the albums I remember, again! The original 12" vinyls all warped in the '70's when I'd grown up and moved to my own centrally-heated flat and carelessly and cavalierly stored them above the electric drying-cabinet! Please, please, please, please....don't let me be disappointed!
Now Davy Jones is dead ( and Peter Tork? )there aren't many Monkees to remember. But boy! were they good! Never a band for the boys, who despised them, but for young girlies starting out in life they provided a valuable introduction to a magical future as we hoped it would be!