|Complete aside: If you haven't seen the episode of "The Monkees" |
where Nesmith interviews Frank Zappa, you have zero credibility
with me. (Go YouTube it. I'm busy.)
|OMG, slap a headband on the model on the right, |
and basically I was wearing the outfit from this
1992 sewing pattern. Wow.
Part of the reason my memory of the show is so spotty is that I was sick as a dog that weekend. But I had spent some ungodly amount of money on a plane ticket at a time when I was actually unemployed, and I was in the coolest city on the planet (almost) with my Bestest Friend, and I wasn't going to let the fact that it was February in Boston and I had the flu stop me from enjoying myself. I do recall fighting to get a seat at the bar because I could barely stand and then absolutely bitching out some chick who waltzed in at the last moment and stationed herself directly in my line of sight. I don't like confrontation, but I was running a fever and she was blocking my view of Michael Nesmith. Bitch.
|Do not mess with me. Srsly.|
|A lyrical affectation we refer to as "Led Zeppelin Syndrome."|
Pompous-ass title. But I can work with that. Enjoy.