Probably won’t mean all that much to you younger types out there (if any), and I ain’t sure it matters greatly to me either. He was, after all, only my second-least-favorite Monkee—I was a Mike Nesmith man myself. Nonetheless, I sure did love me some Monkees when I was a kid. Still do, honestly. So rest ye well, Peter Tork; you provide entertainment and a moment’s joyous respite from life’s vicissitudes and travails in a particularly troubled time. That’s an honorable, even noble, thing, and you will surely enjoy God’s eternal blessings for it.
One of my very favorite Monkees tunes, then and now, featuring who else.
Update! Y’know, as like-minded as we are on most topics, I shoulda known Aesop and I would agree on this too.
Derided unfairly as the Pre-Fab Four, the Monkees nonetheless out-toured and outsold the Beatles at the height of their powers. With characteristic common sense and gentleness, Peter’s comment on the group rings through the ages:
“There must have been something to us. We sure sold a lot of records.”
Indeed they did. It’s time for the prissy prigs to end the travesty, and put the group in the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame, where they belong, and while surviving band members Mickey Dolenz and Mike Nesmith are still alive to rake in the long-overdue honor.
Seconded. The pecksniffian snobs notwithstanding, the use of talented, proven-successful songwriters in the making of an artist’s career was simply the way music was done from the 1920s until the mid-60s, when Bob Dylan and others supplanted it with the era of the singer-songwriter. Pop stardom had been a “pre-fab” process right from the very beginning of pop music itself; spontaneous, grassroots phenoms who broke through sans the professional assistance of the music-biz machine were but rare exceptions for decades.
Moreover, the Hall Of Fame isn’t about artistic validity or worth—it’s about, y’know, fame. To claim the Monkees somehow weren’t famous enough to have earned a spot there is ludicrous on its face. As a musician myself, with nearly 45 years of learning my craft, writing songs, playing for money, and teaching students under my belt, I will gladly stipulate that big sales numbers are by no means any indicator of talent, quality, or artistic merit. What they are a surefire indicator of is…FAME. The Monkees had it, with bells on. To keep them out of the R&RHoF is just spiteful, fraudulent hypocrisy, and very little else.