I can’t really explain why the death of one person affects me differently than another. Lennon’s was big. Freddie Mercury’s affected me years later. Bowie’s took a few years of my life with him. Petty and Prince, to be perfectly straight, had a tough act to follow. Charlie Watts was a gut punch/wake up call. I’m not an idiot, but I really thought Charlie would literally live forever.
I wasn’t expecting Mike Nesmith to leave so unexpectedly. He appeared to be enjoying the hang.
If
I was forced to explain the difference between how the death of those
giants I mentioned earlier affected me versus the death of Mike Nesmith
it would go straight to the music.
The
music of the giants is in our DNA. The Monkees have never been taken
seriously, even though Mike Nesmith was doing that hip alt-country thang
years before Uncle Tupelo. There’s a deep well of Mike Nesmith music
that needs to be embraced and loved, and listening to those under
appreciated Monkees records and those killer solo records, makes the
loss hit much harder.
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Thank you, Sal. Well said and right on.
Very well put. RIP.
I truly value your comments at times like this.
I put "Thanx For The Ride" on a mixtape CD just two weeks ago. I spent some time after that enjoying all the great music he made with and after The Monkees. You're right- "There’s a deep well of Mike Nesmith music that needs to be embraced and loved".
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