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imagine if you were a 15 year old who was absolutely obsessed with One Direction and one day you found out that One Direction was writing and producing and starring in their own movie and you were SUPER excited because you just LOVE One Direction so you go to the theater with all your friends who also love One Direction and you watch this scene where Liam from One Direction opens up a medicine cabinet and sees this disembodied unblinking eye that represents the eternal and inescapable audience. and there’s also part of the movie where they show you actual genuine footage of a guy getting shot in the head. In the One Direction movie.

asking "hey is it fine if I smoke in here" and before you're able to answer I've already set up a full rack of salmon over a fire in your living room

I love when my mutuals are reading a monkees biography and they post the most evil unhinged quotes. You’ll be scrolling and randomly see shit like “Mike saw Peter crying and decided the torture was still not complete…. He then told his bandmate that no one would ever love him and began firing blanks at his feet…..” or “Davy Jones and Peter got into a knife fight after Davy discovered that Peter was cheating on him with his longtime secret lover, Stephen Stills of The Buffalo Springfield” or “The producers locked the band in a meat locker with a bag of cocaine, four naked women, some black light posters, and instructed them not to leave for the next seventy two hours.”

lads i just found out about 'monkee business the musical' yesterday morning after just waking up. out there SOMEWHERE must exist a full recording. surely. if we work together we can find it

Great King Rat died today

Born on the twenty-first of May

Died, syphilis, forty-four on his birthday

MICKY

In my opinion, The Monkees in Paris is the episode that’s most similar to Head. 

TW: Suicide

In The Monkees in Paris, Davy, Mike, Peter, and Micky get fed up with the writers and director and leave the set. This is all part of the script. They go to Paris and get chased by obsessive fans. (Side note: I read that this storyline was probably inspired by A Hard Days Night, which makes sense.) This is especially interesting because, usually on the show the Monkees are portrayed as a struggling band that most people haven’t heard of. However, in this episode, they’re immediately recognized in Paris. A group of girls attacked Micky and attempted to rip his clothes off. Later, all four of them fall off the Eiffel Tower and die, but they’re alive and back on the usual set in the next scene. This episode illustrates the illusion of choice that’s often depicted on the show and even more in the movie and their bizarre self-awareness. 

In Head, the Monkees are significantly more famous. Micky, Davy, Peter, and Mike’s presence is either met with enthusiasm (an understatement) or annoyance. After a concert, they get attacked by some fans who rip their clothes off. Their bodies are actually mannequins in this scene. This adds to the theme of them being 'manufactured'. Throughout the movie, they walk off the sets because they don’t like the writing and argue with the director. The movie started with Micky committing suicide by jumping off a bridge, but he was perfectly fine in the next scene. The movie ended with all four of them committing suicide together, but in the next scene, they’re shown alive in a tank on the set. 

I hope some of that makes sense. It's like 2:30 am but I wanted to get that out of my head. No pun intended. Also I think I might've switched up my tenses so bear with me.

imagine being in a club in 1983 and DJ's like here's a new one and blue monday starts playing. i would've left the club injured.

imagine being bisexual peter tork and you have a crush on heterosexual gayvy jones but you have something psychosexual with closeted mike nesmith and they won’t even let you write the music

being doomed by the narrative with your boys from work >>>>>>

I wouldn't have survived the 60s cuz I would've been too scared of the doobie and they'd kick me the fuck out of Peter Tork's drug fueled orgy.

Reposting this photo I shared yesterday because I think I finally put together what Micky and Peter were actually doing. Micky “shot” Peter and Peter had to “die” so Micky could photograph his dramatic demise.

In They Made a Monkee Out of Me, Davy Jones explains a Monkee game called Killer.

We defused a lot of the tension with humour, naturally. On the set, and on the road, we had a game we used to play called Killer. Jim Frawley invented it. The idea was each person was allowed three shots per day. You could shoot whoever you liked—you just mimed your hand as a gun, like kids do, y’know—tssshhh! And whoever was shot had to die. But you couldn’t just fall down, nice and simple—it had to be a spectacular death. You had to moan and kick and fall over furniture and people and take about three-quarters of an hour to do it—like they used to in all of the best Westerns. And if you didn’t die loud enough, or long enough, or imaginatively enough, or if say you just didn’t die at all, because you were being introduced to the Queen Mother at the time, then you lost a life. And if you lost three lives—you were out of the game. Forever. No second chances. That was as good as being really dead. So, of course, we’d look for the best moments to shoot each other—when it would cause the most commotion. Not everyone was included. It was a clique of about eight. Sometimes we’d have a different director—we used to have a guest director to do one or two shows. They’d be in the middle of a scene and somebody would get shot and the whole scene would be ruined because this was very serious business—you couldn’t lose a life. The game produced no end of possibilities for going right over the top. In the middle of a love scene once—I had the stars coming out of my eyes, the whole bit—I’m walking over to the girl with my arms outstretched and she says, “Oh, Davy!” We’re just about to kiss when … Tssshhh!—Peter shoots me. I have to go into an epileptic seizure routine for about five minutes—knocking lamps over, fall over a drum kit, out the door, roll around the parking lot, up the stairs, across the president’s desk—“Oh my God, are you all right, David?”—“Aaargh! Shot, sir!” Back out the door, down the stairs, onto the set, collapse in a heap at her feet. Wild applause. One time in Australia, in front of about five million fans at the airport, Micky got shot and he fell all the way down this gigantic escalator. People were stunned. They thought he’d been assassinated. It was very rarely someone wouldn’t die—not even a token head slump. One time was the Emmy Awards. I think it was Bert Schneider stepped up to receive the award for “Best New Comedy Show.” We shot him, but the moment was too special for him to spoil it. He won an Emmy and lost a life. Towards the end of the second year—to show you how badly things were going—even Frawley couldn’t be persuaded to die anymore. Everyone had been up all night, as usual. We were on the set—first diet pill of the day—started fooling around, messing up takes as always. But somehow it wasn’t the same. Nobody was laughing. Frawley was so mad. The only thing we could do was shoot him. Dolenz shot him—he didn’t die. Mike shot him—still standing. I shot him—nothing. What a bummer. All the feeling was gone. The beginning of the end.

average the monkees episode:

mike: guys we need to save the day from this bad guys!

davy: I've just met a girl and I'm sure she's the love of my life!

micky and peter's subplot:

me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten

They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames

“i don’t wanna die, i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all” remains the rawest fucking lyric in the history of music thanks freddie

some fanart i did of the white album cover. pls be nice it took me ages and i know it's not perfect :/

paul mccartney can only write about four things:

getting pussy

getting high

a woman with depression he just made up out of nowhere and it has nothing to do with him or his internal life.

john lennon

At the grand opening of Zilch in NYC, October 20, 1967.

“Peter is the warmest, most caring, concerned and loving person I have ever known in my life. If the whole world were made up of Peter Torks, it would be like a peaceful and serene heaven.” - Sally Field, 16 Magazine, September 1968 “Mike wandered over to the empty chair next to me, and flopped himself down, muttering, ‘Hello,’ and tapping the top of my head with a friendly pat. I judged by the quiet, contented look on his face he wasn’t in a talkative mood, so I simply whispered ‘Hello’ back. We sat in silence for five minutes, and watch the activity of the crew preparing for the next scene. Sally Field, the young star of another Screen-Gem TV series, ‘Flying Nun,’ suddenly came cycling on the set dressed in her white nun’s habit. Parking her cycle, she sneaked up behind Peter and gave him an enormous bear hug. Peter, in turn, gathered her up in his arms, and ran off, yelling, ‘Have nun… will travel,’ and singing ‘You’re getting to be a habit with me…’ Mike simply shook his head and laughed.” - article by Jane Marshall, NME, September 23, 1967

well this was supposed to be a simple chart with maybe five points on it but clearly that fantasy did not last more than two minutes

the funniest part of the monkees has got to be davy's completely inaccurate tambourine playing. that thing is just going absolutely WHEREVER it wants

Ship dynamics are always like Sunshine and Sunshine protector~ Cinnamon roll and their grumpy one 🤗 Well what about 2 cunts. They're both cunts and that's the dynamic. cunt4cunt.

What do you mean only one member 😭🏳️‍🌈

i’ve probably posted this before but i think the best way to make a monkees biopic is impossible bc it would’ve had to have been made circa 2008, and it would’ve been in a mockumentary format where you had the actual monkees talking about themselves but everything they’re saying is lies. and then over that dialogue you have dramatizations of the lies with actors playing the monkees in their prime

I am literally such a whore for It's Late it is the single best track off News of the World

Getting into The Monkees is so fun because you don't even have to headcanon. You dont have to go and find evidence of why they could be autistic when they're out here openly talking about their diagnosis. Peter talks about how he tops whenever he has sex with men. He talks about having a crush on Davy when they first met. I don't have to do any work they do it for me