Taylor Hamless
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No worries, Hoboken and Two Sweet Dudes reigned supreme last night. You kinda missed it.
The real story begins after our second show. We headed over to Beauty bar for their monthly Beauty pageant which was being hosted by a hilarious friend Josh Haness, and none other than Peter Tork from the Monkees. The Monkees were my first concert back in fifth grade. I begged my sister into submission and she carted me to the Pontiac Silverdome. It was their first reunion tour and didn't include Mike Nesmith. The bill also included Grass Roots, Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, Herman's Hermits, and maybe one more. At that point I couldn't have cared less about any of the bands that weren't the Monkees.
So this Pageant brings out some interesting people and the girls are trying to win like $300 and a chance to move on. It has a basic format with question and answer round, talent round, etc. Upon arrival at the club I find Josh and he takes me in the back to observe Tork, not meet, just observe. In the back I find a bunch of girls prepping for the next round, and there sits the bass player for the Monkees. He looks a little haggard but no worse than the last time I saw him on TV. Pete's decked out in faded t-shirt, tucked into jeans, flannel over that (it was 400 degrees in this place), and capped off by his cell phone clipped to his belt. Mike Burns told me he thought Tork looked like a Flint Steel Worker.
Well, this Flint Steel Worker was making out with one of the contestants. Now Tork was not a judge, but it does call into question the integrity of this pageant. This girl had to be 30 years Tork's junior, and I can't imagine that him being in the Monkees was causing her arousal. Who knows? It did creep me out. What nobody knew at this point was that in the very next round this girl would storm off stage in a hail of jeers as her attempt at karaoke went sour. She not only left the stage but grabbed her stuff and left the entire club. Pete didn't have long to be sad though, as she later returned. I don't know if they ever rekindled the disgusting passion I was treated to when I arrived.
So yeah...
No worries, Hoboken and Two Sweet Dudes reigned supreme last night. You kinda missed it.
The real story begins after our second show. We headed over to Beauty bar for their monthly Beauty pageant which was being hosted by a hilarious friend Josh Haness, and none other than Peter Tork from the Monkees. The Monkees were my first concert back in fifth grade. I begged my sister into submission and she carted me to the Pontiac Silverdome. It was their first reunion tour and didn't include Mike Nesmith. The bill also included Grass Roots, Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, Herman's Hermits, and maybe one more. At that point I couldn't have cared less about any of the bands that weren't the Monkees.
So this Pageant brings out some interesting people and the girls are trying to win like $300 and a chance to move on. It has a basic format with question and answer round, talent round, etc. Upon arrival at the club I find Josh and he takes me in the back to observe Tork, not meet, just observe. In the back I find a bunch of girls prepping for the next round, and there sits the bass player for the Monkees. He looks a little haggard but no worse than the last time I saw him on TV. Pete's decked out in faded t-shirt, tucked into jeans, flannel over that (it was 400 degrees in this place), and capped off by his cell phone clipped to his belt. Mike Burns told me he thought Tork looked like a Flint Steel Worker.
Well, this Flint Steel Worker was making out with one of the contestants. Now Tork was not a judge, but it does call into question the integrity of this pageant. This girl had to be 30 years Tork's junior, and I can't imagine that him being in the Monkees was causing her arousal. Who knows? It did creep me out. What nobody knew at this point was that in the very next round this girl would storm off stage in a hail of jeers as her attempt at karaoke went sour. She not only left the stage but grabbed her stuff and left the entire club. Pete didn't have long to be sad though, as she later returned. I don't know if they ever rekindled the disgusting passion I was treated to when I arrived.
So yeah...
posted by Vince at 7:59 AM
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