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19 August 2001

12:55 PM: Oh man. The Monkees at the Fillmore last night. That was sooooo creepy. Not the band - well, not just the band - but the audience more so. Carter volunteered to take the surplus ticket I got for buying it through the Evil Empire Club. We were at the very back of the floor - it was Packed! I can't think of the last time I was there when it was so crowded. There were these two women next to us - really drunk, really big big bottle blonde hairdos, really big - and they were out of control. Like extras in a bad 60s "swingers" movie. So that was bad enough. But when the midget showed up and started dancing with them, and then almost fell over on us from being so drunk...

You think I'm kidding.

The Monkees themselves are all old now of course. Davy looks just like the suave little guy from The Young Ones - same hairdo, same kind of clothes, same bad cheesy patter. Mickey looks like Frazier, his head's all swollen. Peter looked kind of like a hippie Ray Walston. He has enormous ears. They sang way too many songs that nobody had heard of - well, that we had never heard of, anyway. They did a cover of "Higher and Higher" with Peter playing the banjo. Mickey brought his sister out to sing "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" with him - that wasn't bad, actually. I guess they didn't have much of a choice, if they just played their good songs the whole show would have lasted a half hour. But then we could have gone out and had dinner or something. As it was, they played two right at the start, then saved all the rest for the encore, except "Listen To The Band" which was the last or near to last song of the regular set.

Of course when I say "they" played, I mean that they sang, and their huge backup band played instruments. Oh, Peter had a guitar and I'm sure he was doing something with it, and Mickey played drums for one or two songs. But except for the drums, everyone was always doubled by one of the backup musicians, so... who was really doing what? Plus, they kept shining the spotlights directly in our eyes, so we couldn't really see anyway. As our Russian friends say, This is not an accident.

During Davey's solo turn, I kept wishing he would break into some Bowie material. Only fair, really. Something off Hours or Low, maybe. One of the big deep-voice slow ballads. "Warzawa", it would have been cool to hear the Monkees play that. At one point, I thought for sure I heard the opening keyboard bit of "Flashlight". That might have made my brain explode.

"Stepping Stone" is still a great song, though. I'm glad I saw the show. It was a unique experience. I hope.

Bjork tickets! I have them la la la. I also have a goddamn cold, I think, from standing under the blasting air-conditioning at the Fillmore last night. Or, I suppose, possibly from having no functional immune system. Really screwing up my film festival plans, though. I was going to see about 4 movies Today. One's gone already. Dunno if I can motivate to get to the next one. And this was the last day for both of those, too. Fuckety. Achoo.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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