Possibly not as funny to cats not raised on The Monkees, but...

"I had three little sisters--Ann, Tracey, and Caroline--and we were all devoted to our radios. We bought our first record together, chipping in two bucks apiece and ordering The Best of the Monkees" off of TV. I adored the Monkees, but I was terrified of Mickey Dolenz. For some reason, I got the notion in my head that Mickey Dolenz was what happened if you smoked pot--you made screwy faces, you talked too loud, you bugged everybody. I was convinced Mickey got this way from drugs, which also explained his dashiki--he was obviously a nice Irish boy gone wrong. I suspect that over the course of my life, my chemical experimentation has been severely curtailed by the specter of Mickey Dolenz."

--Rob Sheffield, from
Love is a Mix Tape


(for what it's worth, Mickey was always my favourite. Yeah, Davey was pretty, but inconstant. Mickey? Mickey was the kind of friend who'd dress in women's clothing to distract a buddy's date's dad at a party, so the buddy and the date could make time. Mickey was steady. Barking mad, yeah, but steady; he showed me that the mad ones can make pretty good friends as long as you're willing to accept that this is just how they are and go. And? I like his voice. <3

I read this bit to Dae and Mark; they looked at me funny and went back to what they were doing. Guess you just had to be there...)