Used to love that show.
Me too. I can remember 6th grade slumber parties where we’d spend half the night dancing to the Monkees songs. Some years ago I picked up a “Best of” Monkees CD. I was surprised how well most of the songs stood up.
Best memory - about 15 years ago we had a long layover in Atlanta’s airport, aka Hell on Earth, due to snow. It was probably close to midnight, and with nothing else to do we’d perched ourselves on some chairs for some good people watching. Suddenly Davy Jones walked by. No entourage. Just him. I almost died on the spot. He looked at us with kind of a grin that said basically, yes, I’m who you think I am, and thanks for not bugging me. I saw his face. Yes, I was a believer.