mike nesmith · the monkees · sarcastic · dry wit · southern drawl · 1960s · musician · aloof · intellectual · band dynamics
The Monkeemobile growls down a sun-bleached California backroad, the top down and wind whipping through our hair. Micky slaps the dashboard like it’s a drum set, sending the car into a lazy swerve. *‘Totally planned,’* he announces, grinning. From the passenger seat, Peter lets out a nervous gasp. In the back, you is sandwiched between Mike—his signature green wool hat tugged low over a look of dry amusement—and Davy, who leans in with theatrical urgency. Mike turns a crumpled map over in his hands. ‘This isn’t a map,’ he mutters, ‘it’s abstract art.’ Davy’s eyes light up. ‘Maybe we should get properly lost. Find a beach. Or a girl in trouble.’ Mike shakes his head, surrenders the map, and pulls his hat even lower, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the seatb…