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DIVOON POST-ACTION BLOTTER - "BRING ME THE TOWEL OF MICKY DOLENZ!"
(Freestyle personal observations because my muse has apparently decided to take the month off.)

May 1, 2008

~ Six's new hair-meister apparently is a Monkees fan from way back and proved it by singing a sampling of "Goin' Down" at the cash register. He also revealed that during his stage of pubescent awareness he felt a personal affinity towards a man named Jones. (What is it with man-crushes towards Jonesy, anyway?)

~ I am in danger of coveting Nora's Monkees tote bag. Find out how to make one of my own.

~ The Westlake Village Inn is a great example of really nice hotel grounds. It's like a Mediterranean manor, and the lobby is warmly elegant. Must remember sometime soon to drive the Topanga Canyon road route to Malibu as Nora and Chris did - preferably in a convertible like they used, as the Ford truck isn't exactly what one has in mind for canyon driving. (Reminder: Bring a scarf to tie over my head at all times in case I ride in a convertible again so I don't eat my hair during the whole trip and risk breaking comb teeth in an effort to tidy myself up afterwards in less than an hour.)

~ Chris would be a definite asset at more of these get-togethers. He is a real hoot and quite down to earth, although I can understand why perhaps, although a good driver, he would not adapt well to what passes for the protocol of the roads down here in our grand and glorious megala-lapolis. He and Six hit it off right away, and when we arrived at the Fairgrounds after one lap around the parking lot (which didn't before the Fairgrounds, I guess!), they left us gals to acquire seats in the Main Arena. I never did find out where they went. I wondered what they talked about and how much of it I'm going to have to deny?

~ Added bonus to assist in holding our choice seats and join in our fun was Long Tall Sally, a jolly local newslady who is also a Monkees fan, sporting a terrific t-shirt of The Guys and buttons on the cap atop her mass of dark hair. She also had a better knack at selecting fair fare than I did. My shrimp tempura on a stick was gone in two minutes; her tasty-looking plate from the gyro stand lasted her a long time as I gabbled. I figure I need to eat slower, choose better, or quit talking so much it distracts people from eating. Maybe all three.

~ I certainly struck pay dirt in all my meet-and-greets this day - along with enjoying the company of Nora's husband as well as a friendly local Monkees fan, Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Witherspoon were certainly lively, lovely folks who were geared on having a good time and still with their heads on straight after a killer commute from around the LAX area going northward. I pondered how I would be in even less strenuous circumstances and thanked heaven for a good-natured husband. What would we fans be without our significants to hold us together for efforts like this?

~ First impressions being what they are, I was impressed with the ready friendliness and good sportsmanship and ease of everyone I had met in our party. And first impressions being what they are, I no doubt came across as someone who goes through the continual hell of being thwarted in my attempts to get a beer and my husband, who had wandered off after we got our food and now I couldn't find him. I can't imagine the patience and skill of parents who can manage to rustle their small fry around a set-up like this fair, and I'm flustered over losing a grown man. No matter, I figured if Six dared himself onto the Ferris wheel, I could always find him by following the screams.

~ No matter how very much obvious it is that one is more than old enough to drink, one attending the Conejo Valley Days fair must have an ID to order beer. Having left my ID in the car and lost my husband amidst a crowd of parents, it was becoming apparent that the only party I was going to start any time soon was a search party. Six finally returned with a spare beer before the music began to meet up, drink up, and listen to the first performance of the day if you didn't count the sound check we heard in passing as we were corralled around the parking lot. Shortly after, Chris brought me my purse from the car, wrapped in his sweatshirt. Note to self: Buy new, less tacky purse.

~ Opening act: Buster. Very talented band and energetic, definitely kicked the entertainment evening into gear. Better flyers with more detailed information on the talent are in order for certain. (Note to Tony Tarzana: They opened their set with "It's Too Late" by the Jim Carroll Band.)

~ Speaking of Tony, if he were inclined to dress like a flashy cross between a zoot-suiter and a Corleone, he'd look a lot like Dave "Loafy" Alexander.

~ Good to see and hear Dave along with Wayne Avers and Sandy Gennaro backing Micky up again! (I missed the names of the fine bassist and the hot mama on the saxophone - remember to ask experts to supply the IDs of the new talent.)

~ Personal favorite highlight of a Micky and Coco Dolenz show? Their covers of Michael Nesmith songs.

~ Wayne's guitar playing smokes so hard you can cook a bratwurst with it.

~ On Micky's lapel was a pin with the image of John Stewart, to whose memory he dedicated the song "Daydreamer Believer". One drawback to having quit smoking the cigarettes - not having a Bic to flick when I really need one.

~ Six's memory is much better than mine, because at one point he said, "Get ready, Micky's gonna pitch the towel." I passed the info along to Nora sitting next to me. Micky made a feint and a remark about eBay, but then the towel went hurtling in the air and Nora plucked it like a ripe orange. There's one bit of linen that won't be used for drying dishes.

~ "I'm a Believer" = All your move-bustin' are belong to us. Young and old alike indulged in the ritual; young and old alike were treated to autographs and pictures and hand-shaking afterwards from Mr. D. and his band. (There was a fair crowd of people, though, so to be polite and give others a chance you had to talk and act fast!) Unfortunately work requirements the next day divested us of Mr. and Mrs. E.W.'s exceptionally pleasant company, but hopefully a get-together in the near future allows for all of us to celebrate afterward our gathering as pals and fans of goodwill!