My brother and I were playing Rock Band, and I turned the vocal track off and the microphone up and proceeded to murder “Last Train to Clarksville”. When the song was over, my brother turned to me and said:
My brother: Hey, you remember that time you were at a Monkees concert, and it was after Davy died, so they had people come up on stage and sing “Daydream Believer”? And you remember how you wanted to do it?
Me: …shut up.