Sunday, March 31, 2019

SAVAGE RADIO PLAYLISTS MARCH 2019: WVMO 98.7 FM-THE VOICE OF MONONA

SAVAGE RADIO EPISODE #162
"WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH CELEBRATION 2019"
MARCH 6, 2019

1. "On The Bound" performed by Fiona Apple
2. "Fifty Years After The Fair" performed by Aimee Mann
3. "Cruel" (live) performed by Tori Amos
4. "Wasted Nun" performed by Cherry Glazerr
5. "Not Many Miles To Go" performed by Roseanne Cash
6. "Home Away From Home" performed by The Roches
7. "Cloud Song" performed by Jess Klein
8. "Liquid Girl" performed by The Ambers
9. "Atomic Dog 2017" performed by Meshell Ndegeocello
10."Human Behavior" performed by Bjork

SAVAGE RADIO EPISODE #163
SPECIAL TWO HOUR EDITION
"1979-HAPPY 40TH ANNIVERSARY"
MARCH 13, 2019
(hour one)
1. "Borrowed Time" performed by Styx
2. "Shadow Of A Doubt (A Complex Kid)" performed by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
3. "Dreaming" performed by Blondie
4. "Geraldine and John" performed by Joe Jackson
5. "Dance This Mess Around" performed by The B-52's
6. "I Zimbra" performed by Talking Heads
7. "Freak Of The Week" performed by Funkadelic
8. "Arrow Through Me" performed by Paul McCartney & Wings
9. "Boys Keep Swinging" performed by David Bowie
10."Beautiful Girls" performed by Van Halen
11. "American Squirm" performed by Nick Lowe
(hour two)
12."Hey You" performed by Pink Floyd
13."South Bound Suarez" performed by Led Zeppelin
14."Catch Me Now I'm Falling" performed by The Kinks
15."Confusion" performed by Electric Light Orchestra
16."King Of Hollywood" performed by Eagles
17."That's All For Everyone" performed by Fleetwood Mac
18."Senior Service" performed by Elvis Costello and the Attractions
19."The Right Profile" performed by The Clash
20."Goodbye Stranger" performed by Supertramp
SAVAGE RADIO EPISODE #164
MARCH 20, 2019

1. "The Noisy Days Are Over" performed by Field Music
2. "Happiness Is Easy" performed by Talk Talk
3. "Bloom" performed by Radiohead
4. "Rainbo Conversation" performed by Stereolab
5. "Green Aisles" performed by Real Estate
6. "Black Thoughts" performed by Aimee Lay
7. "Keeper" performed by Reignwolf
8. "Can't Stop" performed by Red Hot Chili Peppers
9. "Long Title: Do I Have To Do This All Over Again" performed by The Monkees

SAVAGE RADIO EPISODE #165
MARCH 27, 2019

1. "Patience" performed by Tame Impala
2. "I Won't Be Home Tonight" performed by Tony Carey
3. "You're All I've Got Tonight" performed by The Cars
4. "Same Thing" performed by The Grays
5. "Red Bull & Hennessy" performed by Jenny Lewis
6. "Steel Birds" performed by Slow Pulp
7. "Selene" performed by Pond
8. "Sunday Rain" performed by Foo Fighters
9. "I Confess" performed by The English Beat
10."Parallel" performed by Disq

NOW PLAYING IN THE SAVAGE JUKEBOX MARCH 2019

"STUFFED AND READY"
CHERRY GLAZERR
Released February 1, 2019
NEW 2019 MUSIC: I have said it before and I will continue to say it forever more: the night that I saw Cherry Glazerr open for The Flaming Lips a few years ago was nothing less than jaw dropping!  They arrived on stage and performed as if they were the night's main attraction and in doing so, they left the stage in ashes, almost making them a tough act for the evening's headliners to follow. And as terrific as "Apocalipstick" (released January 20, 2017), the band's second album, was, I feel that "Stuffed And Ready" completely fulfills the promise of that night in spades.

While Cherry Glazerr has since amicably parted ways with keyboardist Sasami Ashworth, now downsizing the band into a trio, not one element has been lost--in fact, the force of the band has only grown tighter, more impressive in its range and unquestionably stronger in its rapaciousness.

Do not let the kitschy album cover and the high, breathy vocals of bandleader, singer, songwriter and ace guitarist Clementine Creevy fool you for she and her bandmates have delivered a slick yet two fisted production that packs one relentless punch after another in a darkly walloping 31 minutes. Filled with Zeppelin-esque riffs and swagger by way of L7 and Hole, "Stuffed And Ready" serves as Creevy's unapologetically feminist manifesto as she explores roles and perceptions (her own as well as other's of her) within the music industry, itself a metaphor for women in 21st century life and society.

"Daddi," a tale of incest and survival, is easily the album's most explicit yet you will unquestionably be downright pummeled by the likes of "Ohio," "Isolation," the head spinning wonder of "Wasted Nun" and the album closing scorched earth flamethrowers "Stupid Fish" and "Distressor." At just 21 years old, Creevy has firmly announced herself as an artist who demands your attention and with the melodically rich and beautifully loud "Stuffed And Ready," Cherry Glazerr opens 2019 with a work that is equally self-lacerating and a full throated rage against the machine.
"WAVE"
PATTI SMITH GROUP
Released May 17, 1979
"THE OTHER SIDE OF YOU"
AIMEE LAY
Released December 1, 2017
"ELECTRIC ARGUMENTS"
THE FIREMAN
Released November 24, 2008
"WEEZER (BLACK ALBUM)"
WEEZER
Released March 1, 2019
NEW 2019 MUSIC: I have to say that I missed the guitars.

Now please do not take me for being a Weezer purist. In fact if I had to align myself with either of the characters played by Leslie Jones or Matt Damon in the recent "Saturday Night Live" sketch which pitted them against each other in an increasingly ferocious debate about the merits of Weezer post "Pinkerton" (released September 24, 1996), you could easily place me with Damon's "ride or die" side of the debate as I feel that the band should create whatever that damn well feel like creating...even if it is something that alienates their biggest fans.

For me, as of late, Weezer has been on a creative roll with "Everything Will be Alright In The End" (released October 7, 2014), "Weezer (White Album)" (released April 1, 2016) and "Pacific Daydream" (released October 27, 2017) and with this new release, the band has clearly decided to extend from the electronic tinged pop sonic palate of "Pacific Daydream" and wade into deeper electronic waters as guitars are cast aside for keyboards, synthesizers, drum machines and all manner of high gloss hip-hop influenced programming.

Now all of this would be well and good for my ears as I have never existed as any sort of a Weezer purist but I wish the sonic experimentation was at the service of better songs. While I do think this album is a better nod towards a pop sound than "Raditude" (released November 3, 2009), and there is something to be said about creating a musical curve ball--especially one produced by TV On The Radio's Dave Sitek--songs like "Zombie Bastards" just felt to be more than a little innocuous for my taste.

That being said, and in addition to album highlights like the soaring "High As A Kite," the lovely ode to loneliness and isolation in "Living In L.A.," the propulsive and brooding "Too Many Thoughts In My Head," the satirically sharp "I'm Just Being Honest," and even a song about Prince with "The Prince Who Wanted Everything," the album has begun growing on me a little bit with more listens. And to be especially fair to this fiercely prolific band who has also just released the all covers album "Weezer (Teal Album)" (released January 24, 2019) and has two more releases on the way--including a full return to guitars and glory with the tentatively titled "Van Weezer"--it would be impossible to count Weezer out just yet...

...just like Matt Damon's "SNL" character. 
"DAYS"
REAL ESTATE
Released October 18, 2011
"NORTH MARINE DRIVE"
BEN WATT
Released February 1983
"MARK HOLLIS"
MARK HOLLIS
Released January 26, 1998
"HEAD"
THE MONKEES
Released December 1, 1968
"THE HERMIT OF MINK HOLLOW"
TODD RUNDGREN
Released April 7, 1978

Friday, March 29, 2019

FROM MUSIC AND LYRICS TO LITERATURE: THE BOOKS OF TRACEY THORN AND BEN WATT

It always fascinates me about how music music actually exists within a band. What I mean is that if you separate members and have them upon their own creative landscape or say, if members depart a band to begin their own ventures and we are all able to see what it is that the individual musicians possessed within themselves in order to make them congeal with their bandmates.

For instance, let's take The Beatles and the wealth of music all four members created as solo artists. Who knew that as a member of The Waterboys, keyboardist Karl Wallinger had his brainchild World Party, in which he continues to serve as the conceptualist/singer/producer/multi-instrumentalist, housed inside of himself just waiting to be released to the world? Who knew that within The Smashing Pumpkins in which William Patrick Corgan is famously (or infamously depending upon whom you ask) responsible for the material, that both guitarist James Iha and drummer Jimmy Chamberlin possessed songwriting, composition and production skills so strong that they created even better works than Corgan's own solo material in my opinion?

You can easily insert your own examples but I do believe that you can easily understand my conceit.

At this time, I am excited to turn my attention to Everything But The Girl, the English alternative pop duo of Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt, which existed between 1982-2000 and was unquestionably an elegant, genre defying band that crossed boundaries and bridged the gaps between musical genres of folk, soul, jazz, pop, acoustic and electronica and dance music.

I first fell in love with EBTG upon being introduced to their music via Writer/Producer/Director John Hughes' masterpiece "She's Having A Baby" (1988) during which their achingly wistful ballad "Apron Strings" was featured upon the film's soundtrack. That introduction led me to their fourth album "Idlewild" (released February 29, 1988) which further led me to their previous albums while also making me excitedly anticipate all of the albums that would follow.
I was even so very fortunate to have seen EBTG twice in the time span of about a year, both times at the Barrymore Theater in Madison, WI. The first time, which if memory serves was originally supposed to be held either at or near a Unitarian Church but was moved to the Barrymore, featured only Thorn and Watt accompanying themselves upon two electric guitars. The second time I saw them was in support of their brilliant, transformative album "Walking Wounded" (released May 6, 1996), which found them in the full embrace of their electronically drenched yet intimate nightclub anthems.
And it was after that very show where I very shyly met Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt by their tour bus behind the theater. As they both graciously autographed my ticket stub, I clumsily unfurled my admiration for them and my discovery of them through the John Hughes film to which Thorn nicely yet quietly said to me, "Yeah. That's a great movie," while Watt remained silent, his inscrutable stare felt like the eyes of an owl looking right through me.

There we were for a few moments, three introverts, conversing, such as it was in mumbles, leaving me with a memory I will never forget and for them, I am certain to have been just one face in a world of many faces, completely impossible to remember at all.

Since Thorn and Watt concluded Everything But The Girl, I had essentially lost track of both of them as there was no new music under the EBTG banner to catch my attention. It really took a 2018 interview with NPR's "Fresh Air" host Terry Gross for me to discover that Tracey Thorn had not only continued to create music as a solo artist but that she had become a celebrated author as well, with two books under her most impressive belt. That discovery led me to the further revelation that Ben Watt had also been releasing music as a solo artist as well as becoming a celebrated author on his own terms.

With this new knowledge, at the start of 2019, I began to peruse the post Everything But The Girl  work of Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt, not only gathering a greater understanding of how much music existed between the two of them  when they were a band but also how what gifted writers they are, each composing works of literature that are unquestionably idiosyncratic, impressive, insightful, inventive while also existing as intimate works that are resoundingly inclusive to anyone who would choose to open the pages of anything they have written.
BEDSIT DISCO QUEEN: How I Grew Up And Tried To Be A Popstar
TRACEY THORN
320 pages
Published by Virago
May 6, 2014
-I would not be surprised if anyone felt that this book's subtitle was a self-conscious illustration of false modesty. I believe that I may have rolled my eyes a hair as the idea of the globally famous Tracey Thorn as one who merely "tried" to become what she undoubtedly became seemed ridiculous to say the least. Yet within the first few pages of this book, the warmth she exuded from her richly inviting prose won me over instantly and furthermore propelled me through the entirety of her distinctly immersive memoir.

Tracey Thorn's Bedsit Disco Queen: How I Grew Up And Tried To Be A Popstar is no self-conscious ode of false modesty in any way, shape or form. In fact, the full title of the book could not have been more openly revealing if it had even attempted. For though this memoir of Thorn's life as a musical artist, she details how she has always existed a bit out of step with the tenor of the times, never quite fitting in with the trends or the crowds due to time, place and even her age as she was just a little too young for the English punk rock scene and yet when she came of age, that time had already come to pass. Yet any sense of awkwardness became fuel for her to ultimately chart her own artistic path during which she seemed to have surprised herself with her own sense of independence, tenacity and integrity with becoming a musical artist upon her own terms and without any prefabricated manufacturing.

Through Thorn's compelling narrative, she charts the reader through her very first stabs at singing and recording, her first band as a member of the all female The Marine Girls, her introduction to Ben Watt during their first year of college and their seemingly immediate connection as artists and as romantic partners, and of course, the creation of Everything But The Girl. She fully details her experiences with reaching commercial and critical success at a young age and how she learned to navigate the music industry during the ever changing and evolving pop cultural landscape of the 1908's and 1990's, simultaneously continuing to feel out of step while also discovering her growing emergence from adolescence into womanhood, from a certain naivete to an unapologetically feminist artist and human being in control of her own destiny.

I absolutely roared through this book. The warmth and intimacy of Tracey Thorn lyrics and singing translates beautifully into her writing as she accomplishes the tremendous feat of weaving a complicated life story into a luxuriously flowing narrative but within a written voice that both sounds as if she is sharing stories solely with you over coffee as well as functioning as an elegantly composed written work that is an absolute pleasure to read. In short, Thorn is an exceedingly excellent writer making the reading of her work an absolute privilege.

Additionally, I loved how she placed lyrics from carefully selected Everything But The Girl songs, as well as some from her solo material, into the narrative, thus illuminating her stories and the songs in turn, making for a multi-layered, multi-faceted experience overall.

So sharp, assured and gifted a writer Tracey Thorn is as she hand me completely in the palms of her literary hands--so much so that the moment I completed this book. I immediately began reading her second.
NAKED AT THE ALBERT HALL: The Inside Story Of Singing
TRACEY THORN
256 pages
Published by Virago
May 3, 2016
Where Tracey Thorn's first book did house her ambivalent feelings towards her gifts as a singer and as a somewhat reluctant popstar, she has channeled those feelings completely into her excellent second book, which takes on the nature of singing itself as well as our relationship with singers, why we sing, how we sing, what connects us to the act and process of singing, the psychology of singing as well as the art...and surprisingly, sometimes the artifice.

Leaping from memoir, Thorn works from her own somewhat reluctant and undeniably conflicted feelings and experiences as a professional singer and then explores the differences between singing in the more controlled environment of the recording studio to the vastly uncontrollable environment of the stage.

She muses about the differences in how she sings compared with her own singing heroes like Patti Smith and contains one-on-one interviews with Green Gartside of Scritti Politti,  Romy Madley Croft of The xx and Alison Moyet. She further explores the nature of singing in literature and mythology and brings us up to the minute by musing over the validity and fervor surrounding singing competition television shows, plus even more meticulously researched observations regarding the very form of musicality we all engage in at some point of our lives, from either singing "Happy Birthday" to singing hymns during church services, or performing karaoke.

While this book might sound like it exists as a form of a collegiate dissertation (albeit the very best one you would be graced to ever read), in Tracey Thorn's literary hands, it is again a work of supreme warmth and intimacy fueled by a superior intelligence, charm, curiosity and biting wit, which appears in anecdotes sprinkled throughout the book. I especially enjoyed her take on the sorts of new age music played during a hypnosis session she skeptically attended as well as another incident when baffled fans approached her in a public Women's Room and asked her to sing a few bars of her Everything But The Girl smash hit "Missing" to prove if it was "really her." And it is through stories like t hose that supply the full narrative with its overall drive and personality so as to not allow the book to simply exist as a dry, academic dirge.

Completely engaging, informative, educational and entertaining, Tracey Thorn enraptured me with her prose and again, I just roared through it.

PATIENT:  The True Story Of A Rare Illness
BEN WATT
177 pages
Published by Grove Press
April 1, 1997
Truth be told, I purchased this book back when it was first released but I never read it.

As I look back, I think I may have been afraid of it due to the subject matter. But as I feel about the nature of music always making itself available to listeners at the right time, it was through the reading of Tracey Thorn's two books that led me right back to my bookshelf to immediately pluck Ben Watt's memoir to begin reading...over 20 years since I bought it.

And yes, now was indeed the time for me to read it.

Ben Watt's Patient: The True Story Of A Rare Illness is a swift, fully immersive and downright harrowing memoir, expertly delivering the experience Watt himself underwent as a hospital patient over several months in 1992 as he suffered, nearly perished and ultimately recovered from the rare auto-immune disease known as Churg-Strauss syndrome, a condition that robbed Watt of most of his small intestine.

For me, the book was quite reminiscent of Director George Miller's "Lorenzo's Oil" (1992), as Watt's book mirrored the utterly terrifying medical presentation depicted in that film as the intensity of the disease was as relentless as the search for its identity and cure--so much so, I was unsure if I would be able to stick with it as it is indeed a literary work of existential horror. To be so rapidly confronted with the fragility of life and the ease at which one can lose any sense of a hold upon simply living is frightening to me to say the least, and the clarity and directness of Watt's meticulous details of his own experience, and at the age of 29 at that, brings the reader to the front lines of his health crisis, forcing all of us to ponder our own sense of mortality as he wrestled with his own.

And then, Patient settles down into a rhythm of pure multi-layered poetry without diluting its power--in fact, the weight of the book increases despite its slimness. Watt provides a narrative that surrounds us with the minutiae of hospital life, from the rhythms contained in the comings and goings of doctors and nurses plus the sounds of nearby patients living and dying to the music of electronic machinery.

Watt also shares the sense of disorientation that arrives with being hospitalized as he is fraught with hallucinations, memories and dream states all claiming his attention. He provides us with various love stories and family narratives as he is routinely visited and cared for by Tracey Thorn as well as his Mother and yet the pain and fear experienced by his Father, therefore establishing a bit of disconnect and ultimately, a renewal was beautifully emotional without growing maudlin.

And then, there is Watt's relationship with himself, his mortality and his changing body all the while clearly going through the Kubler-Ross Five Stages Of Grief over the person he was and the life he had as he ponders just how to continue should he survive.

Over 20 years since the publication of this book, Ben Watt has more than continued to live and thrive as he has become a parent to now adult children with Thorn, he has also firmly established a solo career in music through his own albums as well as his work as a Producer and DJ and he has continued his literary life as an author--and what an exceedingly gifted writer he is as again, reading this book arrived for me at the right time.

For you see, a hair over three months ago, my Dad passed away. Over the course of late October through his final day in early December, I spent copious time with him directly by his side in the hospital ICU as well as his final hours in Hospice Care, wondering precisely what he was experiencing while essentially living in the hospital myself, becoming accustomed to the people, sounds, disorientation and overall rhythms. Watt's memoir was often painful to read and more than appropriately so. But it was also one that again gave me opportunity to process what I experienced with my Dad, helping me to heal and remember.

Ben Watt achieved what I would think any writer of any genre would hope to accomplish. To compose a work that speaks to the soul, allowing you to fully engage with the life on the page as you also ponder and explore your own life in turn. In doing so, Patient is one of those rare books that speaks directly to the life experience and what it means to live, to love and be loved.

After reading all three books by Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt, I remain hungry for more and as of this time, I am eagerly awaiting copies of Thorn's latest novel Another Planet: A Teenager In Suburbia and Ben Watt's second memoir Romany and Tom  to arrive upon my doorstep as I have just recently ordered both.

Yes, I am amazed with how much music exists within a band. But with Everything But The Girl, I have been floored as what they have created separately with their written work has engaged me to an even greater degree and it truly has been a privilege to bear witness to their superlative artistry.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

SYNESTHESIA'S SESSION NOTES MARCH 2019: WORDS FOR PETER

PETER TORK
FEBRUARY 13, 1942-FEBRUARY 21, 2019

The Monkees were my first favorite band.

They were the first band I ever loved. The first band I ever became obsessed with. The first band who meant the entire universe to me. And because of that profound, intense, everlasting love, it absolutely pained me to the point of tears to read the news on February 21st, that Peter Tork, singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist and actor from the Emmy Award wining musical comedy television series "The Monkees" had passed away due to complications from adenoid cystic carcinoma, a rare form of cancer.

He was 77 years old.

My introduction to The Monkees arrived as if from a bolt of lightning when I was perhaps 6 years old. I remember having a visit at my Grandparents' home, and for some reason, I ended up within their dining room, seated in a plastic covered arm chair (it was the '70's folks), doing nothing at all. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I was stewing about something or another in the very way that happens for small children. But for whatever the reason, I was busy doing absolutely, positively nothing...until, my cousin Adam (my forever "big brother") entered the room and asked me a fateful, date with destiny question:

"Hey Scott!! You wanna watch 'The Monkees'?"

Not knowing exactly what he was talking about, I answered his question with a most logical question:

"Why do I want to see a bunch of chimps?"

 Undeterred, Adam proclaimed, "No! Not those monkeys! These Monkees! Come on!"

And so I went, because I would have followed Adam anywhere because I loved him so (and I still do) and also, as he would prove to me over and again throughout our lives, he was absolutely right as what I was about to see would change the course of my life.

Turning on Chicago's WFLD Channel 32, the show began and with those now iconic opening credits and its accompanying theme song, I was instantly hooked and ultimately transformed. The cavalcade of rapid fire images fusing slapstick comedy and rock and roll as presented through these four figures was akin to an adrenaline shot to the heart as I was firmly filled to the point of elation by the sights and sounds I was experiencing. It was unquestionably a line in the sand moment in my life--a time before and a time after I learned of The Monkees and how immediately I became attached to all four of them.

As an adult, I am continuously fathomed by the ingenuity of the show's producers and creators for their tenacity with the casting of these two musicians and two actors who would formulate, what Monkees singer, songwriter, drummer Mickey Dolenz would always describe as a television show about a band  and decidedly not a band that had a television show.

These were four individuals whose chemistry was electric, the proverbial lightning in a bottle as it is indeed that chemistry that would not only inform their creation into becoming a real band (like Pinocchio becoming a real boy as Dolenz also referenced over the years), but a collective that would ultimately endear themselves to generations upon generations of viewers and listeners, including inspiring new musicians and songwriters for over 50 years.  No small feat whatsoever for something that was "prefabricated."

Which takes me back to my childhood and that first viewing, as these people were so perfectly cast that their personas were brilliantly evokes and therefore cemented instantly. The late Davy Jones as the resident British heartthrob. The aforementioned Mickey Dolenz as the wild yet gentle anarchist. The wool hat wearing Michael Nesmith as the wry skeptic.

And then, there was Peter Tork...the innocent, the ingenue, the clown, the tender fool, the child in us all.

Just go to You Tube and watch those opening credits again and really pay attention to the portion during which all four Monkees are incorrectly identified by the wrong name on screen and accompanied with the perfect reaction shots to the mistakes and corrections. Everyone is first misidentified as Peter to which Peter Tork reacts with confusion, disappointment, then a wailing wall of tears and then, at last, finally, blessed euphoria.

I was a 6 year old child and connected to that completely for it was so easily understood and in doing so, I was won over entirely, as I would imagine for so many viewers over the years because with Peter Tork, we felt compassion, we felt protective, we felt love because his persona was the purest of them all. He was The Monkees' Ringo Starr, their Harpo Marx and through his projected innocence, we tapped into our own and loved him that much more--even when he destructed his own image within The Monkees' brilliant, hallucinogenic, far ahead of its time musical satire motion picture Director Bob Rafelson's "Head" (1968).

In addition to his skills as a comedic actor, who famously accompanied none other than his then roommate Stephen Stills to the audition for the television show, Peter Tork was a seriously accomplished musician before he was cast and did indeed place his indelible stamp upon The Monkees' musical legacy, despite having the least lead vocals. Yes, he gave it all he had on the terrific haunted house mash that is "Your Auntie Grizelda" and it is also his rich voice that adds that superb bit of soul to "Words" and so beautifully, the pensive existentialism of the mournful "Shades Of Grey" and the stunning, heartfelt deep cut "Come On In."

As a multi-instrumentalist, it is his piano that opens "Daydream Believer." It is his wistful, pastoral banjo picking that glides through "You Told Me." And of course, there are his songwriting skills that cannot go unheralded as he co-wrote or wrote Monkees selections including the glorious "For Pete's Sake" (which was utilized as the end credits theme song during season 2 of the program), the speed rap jazz freakout "Goin' Down," the psychedelic journeys that are indeed "Can You Dig It?" and "Long Title: Do I Have To This All Over Again?," the goofy spoken word tricks and treats of "Zilch" and "Peter Percival Patterson's Pet Pig Porky" and in his later years as The Monkees reunited for more albums and tours, the beautiful "I Believe In You," "Little Girl," "Wasn't Born To Follow" and "A Better World."

Of course, we all know that The Monkees was not a "real" band in any traditional sense. But for that matter, what is a "real" band anyway? What I do know is that The Monkees have endured tremendously and that they endeared themselves to all of us through their unabashed joy, enthusiasm, humor and an enormity of heart. Peter Tork in particular embodied this overwhelming generosity of spirit through such an unassuming grace and gentleness that belied and enhanced his formidable skills, always quietly reminding us of his abilities even as we held him so closely to our own hearts.

It always warmed me to see him, as he exuded warmth during his Monkees television heydey as well as many years later during footage of reunion tours and television appearances and rare interviews as he consistently showcased a personality that felt to be devoid of ego and perhaps a bit bemused at the continuing adoration and attention. Essentially, and deceptively simple to achieve, Peter Tork made me feel happy and in turn, all I could ever hope for was that he felt just as happy in his life. There was no way that I could have ever wanted for anything more for him after all of the uplift his existence in the world gave to me and I have this feeling that as you think of him now, you may be feeling something similar.

Upon the news of his passing, reading the words of tribute and sadness from the now two surviving members of The Monkees, Mickey Dolenz and Michael Nesmith, it really hit me at this point of how closely bonded these men actually were and completely despite the initial arrangement of their union.

"There are no words right now...heartbroken over the loss of my Monkee brother, Peter Tork, " wrote Dolenz. As for Nesmith, he composed a tribute that spoke volumes to me as it felt to address  directly why we embraced The Monkees and Peter Tork so emphatically.

"Peter Tork died this AM. I am told he slipped away peacefully.

Yet, as I write this, my tears are awash, and my heart is  broken.  Even though I am clinging to the idea that we all continue, the pain that attends these passings has no cure. It's going to be a rough day.

I share with all Monkees fans this change, this "loss," even so.

PT will be a part of me forever. I have said this before--and now it seems even more apt--the reason we called it a band is because it was where we all went to play."

To play.  Yes indeed.  To play.

The joy of Peter Tork, from what he released and to what I experienced and felt every single time I saw and heard him was the very spirit of play that fully envelops childhood and by turn, the very spirit that is stifled upon adulthood. Peter Tork tapped into that inexplicable spirit throughout his career, igniting my own as a child, and rekindling it every single time I would re-watch an episode or listen to the music all over again.

In doing so, Peter Tork was my playmate and my friend for life. And I would gather that he was yours as well.

Through his death, it is, of course, yet another reminder that all things must pass. But I would also think that at this time, it is also a reminder to keep finding the things in life that allow us to experience that unfiltered glee that informs us to keep playing, to keep finding that space of innocence which encourages us to experience silliness and ridiculousness as well as imagination, creativity and wonder.

I don't know about you but Peter Tork exemplified that particular spirit to me, and I honestly wish for it to remain a part of me forever, especially as I keep remembering the very first time I ever saw him when I was a small child.

Thank you, Peter. For you deeply enriched my life.

   REST IN POWER