Back from NYC and the Convention and the Winery and other things.
Enjoyed most of it.
Being driven is so different than driving. Lurch, stab the accelerator, jam on the brakes. Spill the coffee. Squirm in your seat. Peer out from the back seat to the traffic that never ends, the roads that never mend, one calamitous bump after another, one jolt to the back, another to the neck.
It’s the one part of travel that wears me down. Getting dragged around in public transport.
I am learning to levitate, but so far it isn’t going well. I can only hover about three feet off the ground for about fifteen minutes at a time and can only move to the right at about two miles an hour. So its a big circle. After a while I get bored and quit. I really can’t depend on it for travel yet.
The Convention was actually fun. The people were warm and friendly, and I never knew there was that much Monkee Merch. Doodads as far as I could see. I signed hundreds of them. Everyone seemed happy — dealers and collectors and fans with treasured memories.
Pop Music Hall of Fame induction was fine. I was comfortable and happy to take part, although a bit confused by it.
Almost everyone said that it was a way for people to express appreciation for the Monkees — and that makes sense — but I didn’t know what to say. Thank you or You’re Welcome? I just smiled and let Micky and Peter do all the talking.
Confused is an OK state of mind, in some ways close to “wonder”, but more like a passing cloud, a momentary “wha—??” and then things clear up. Like being driven by a bad driver for a second or two — it all takes me home.
My concerts were fun for me. These were the first time in my entire career that I played a concert without playing my guitar. I watched Micky do it over the years and took courage from that but I was nervous. So this time Christian played the guitar with the band and I just sang and wiggled. He did a great job. After the first song or two it all felt natural and I was able to get closer to the songs than I ever have before. That felt right and good. I think I will continue.
All my kids were there with me. Jason had to get back to LA and get to work before the convention and shows, but Jessica, Jonathan, and Christian were all over the convention. Their tables looked good, and they looked good. They all performed their works and got some nice boosts. Jonathan’s table looked like something from Chanel. Christian and Circe played and sounded great — which the audience found out after the sound guy finally woke up. Jessica did her solo songs — they sounded good, she sounded good, and she looked comfortable on stage.
It was pretty hectic all in all, so I was happy when I got dragged and shoved and finally lurched back to the peace and serenity of home.
I know the saying that life is a journey. I think Life is also a nice nap going nowhere special in quietude. Home is a good place for me to get my feet off the ground.