Once upon a time, my mom told me a story from her youth. She was listening to John Lennon’s album Plastic Ono Band for the first time, and she thought:
Oh fuck, this sucks.
Then she looked at the album and saw this:
Instructions: play twice before listening
Plastic Ono Band
So she played the album again, and soon enough, it became one of her favourite albums.
Now, I have looked at picture after picture of release after release of both John’s and Yoko’s Plastic Ono Band, but I do not see these instructions anywhere. I always associated this story with that particular album, and when I asked her to re-tell me the story, she named the same album without being prompted.
I’m not quite sure the best way to code this, but I think my site needs a way to find magazines where there are no shirtless photos of Davy. But the results would be so few, I don’t know if it’s worth the effort.
Me as a child at Monkees concerts: I’ll just get a t-shirt because this is my parents’ money and I should be responsible with it.
Me as an adult: I’ll buy this Monkees album and I might as well get the hat and tote bag too because the shipping is the same anyway.
I dunno who took all the lyrics I transcribed for Christmas Party and put ’em on AZ Lyrics but there are some great typos in there that I made this morning when I wasn’t awake.
He’s loaded lots of toes and goodies on his sleigh
Like Jesus Christ. Can you not.
I had heard a few times that The Monkees were thinking of making a Christmas album, but it sounded like it wasn’t gonna happen, so I didn’t think much of it.
September 20, 2018
The Rolling Stone article. Which, what a coincidence that they used the exact same frame that I have on my site except theirs is slightly cropped. I guess great minds think alike, huh?
I mean, yes, it’s entirely possible they captured the exact same frame, but like, if you google Monkees Christmas images and select size > large, you’re gonna get a ton of pics from my site. And I mean, I don’t own any of these images, so I can’t really complain, but it still makes me grumpy.