I wonder how often Captain Kirk was on his way to a nervous breakdown because of all the flashing and beeping lights but managed to keep it down until he reached his quarters where he could scream in peace.
Oh those neighborhood jumping contests…. While we wheeled around on our Schwinns and Huffys, I remember when the Losey brothers got these awesome bikes that had full suspension… they weighed an ungodly amount but those boys could out jump any of us by ten feet… those were the days…
What beautiful memories. A friend sent me this album as a gift when it was newly released. Nesmith was always a magical performer, but I'd never thought he could make such magic with one of my most favourite songs. The whole of Tropical Campfires is something to be cherished, but this was the highlight for me, because, maybe it was such an unexpected inclusion. Maybe I should've expected it, Nesmith being such a romantic and all. He also covers Porter's In the still of the night, again, beautifully.
No speedometer. No practice with any sort of safe, special training. Nothing but guts and instinct. The sound of Frank Gifford making the call. Between this and Ali, we lived for these special events on free TV.
Such an unskilled rider. Didn’t even know how to straighten up the motorcycle in the air by either tapping the rear brake to lower the front or give it throttle to bring the front up. Can’t believe he ever landed one jump successfully
So is the entire video is just faked?. The audio is directly from the album, the video portion is often out of sync with it to the point of even showing Joe singing into the mic when you can't hear his voice, and what initially sounds like the crowd singing along is clearly a choir on a closer listen. Enjoyable at any rate--seeing Shatner having fun is--well, fun. Though I wish they hadn't added the T J Hooker shot right at the "Because you think poor is cool" climax line, but I do like seeing the latter Shatner having fun. And the ultimate self-parody of Shatner, famous at such a young age, singing about someone wanting to pretend to be part of the working class....
1994. I was working at the Main Jail in SanJose on Hedding St.. Evil was upstairs on the 3rd floor for fighting with his wife. I did not meet him, but folks who did said he was mean and nasty.
So true being a kid in the 70’s. I jumped 6 garbage cans with no landing ramp and smashed my nuts and bent my front rim on my Schwinn. So much pain at the time but it was worth it. Great memories. There will never be another Evil.
Monkees were the real deal from Headquarters on. And the fought hard to be that. The music ages well, and their singing and musicianship, and Nesmith’s writing led them magical places. Along with The Byrds and Buffalo Springfield, the Monkees were originators of country rock, though they certainly didn’t get credit then. I think all those reunion tours playing as a band and those last two excellent albums from 1996 and 2016 made many people come around. We Monkees fans always knew. Nez was certainly a very underrated singer songwriter. He and Dolenz sounded especially great singing together.
