"I'm a Believer," the Monkees. I think this may have been one of the first 45s I bought. Why is rock n roll such a bad influence on kids? I was senior in high school when I had to use the plural form of the word "monkeys" in a typed report. My teacher circled my misspelling and made a comment like, "Not the band, the animal." Spell check woulda saved me.
I also saw the song author's name and wondered, "THE same Neil Diamond as the guy who sings "Cracklin Rose?"
By the time I reached high school, the standard party chit-chat was, "Hey, did you know Michael Nesmith's mom invented White Out? He's like a gazillionaire!" And whenever I'd hear Nesmith's name, I'd pause and wonder why he wore a wool ski cap in the middle of summer. Every now and then, I'll see some teenage guy wearing a wool ski cap and acting all bad-ass. I'll still be thinking, "Yeah, tough guy. Michael Nesmith did it first."
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