The Monkee Card Caper

Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Seacowboys, Jan 28, 2011.


  1. Seacowboys

    Seacowboys Senior Member Founding Member

    I awakened this morning with an ear-worm from back in the mid-1960s, an old tune by the Monkees called “I’m Gonna Buy Me a Dog”. Maggie, my Doberman, was staring at me hopefully to entice a game of happy-dot after woofing me awake with a cold nose in my right ear and that incessant song played through the sleep-fog search for house-shoes. My wife over-heard me singing this annoying ditty and thanked me profusely for the ear-worm and said that she thought I had never listened to the Monkees. In fact, I once owned their record album and learned almost every song on it and to prove this point, began singing “Last Train To Clarksville” followed by “I’m A Believer”. That proof enough for you, Honey? She claimed to have almost completed the poster from Monkey’s bubble-gum cards. This statement triggered a repressed memory of my life of crime and, given the safety of Statutes of Limitations has expired, feel that I must now confess to a crime that will finally close the cold-case file on “The Great Tom’s Peanut Candy Truck Robbery”.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" />
    The time was Fall, 1966. I was 10 years old, chewed bubble-gum, traded bubble-gum cards, and knew the words to all the Monkee’s songs. My peers all watched the Monkee’s TV show religiously. Davy Jones, Peter York, Mike Nessbitt, and Mickey Dolan were generational icons.
    There was a series of bubble-gum trading cards that pieced together to form a mosaic poster of the rock band in performance. Every kid at Oakfield Elementary School had a rubber-banded packet of their collectable Monkee trading cards but no-body had the completed set. To say that certain “Monkee cards” had great value by ten year old economic standards, was a gross understatement.
    I had fallen in with a gang of 10 year old desperados that roamed a wide area of Madison County between Iroquois Drive and Christmasville Road. We had won many a bloody dirt-clod and bb-gun war with rival gangs (The Murphy Clan) and , though there were no posters in the Post Office that clearly showed our faces, the Sherriff had been called on us at least once for cutting down trees to build a fort with on property that was owned by a citizen (Rachael Coffner’s dad).
    My gang consisted of me, my cousin Franky, and the Rogers brothers, Richard and Phillip. Most of our time was spent hunting squirrels and other small game or catching fish for the cook-pot in our tree fort but sometimes we would mount a raid on the new sub-division to gather foraged lumber and nails or maybe a sheet of plastic to add to our fortifications. We had learned to trick the vending machines outside the slot-car track building in Hicksville and get free candy bars in a weekly excursion during Friday night camp-outs. We had rafts on the lake and ponies to ride and bicycles modified to jump canyons, at least the West Tennessee variety of canyon (drainage ditch).
    We had begun making exploratory trips to a warehouse area where step-vans belonging to Tom’s Peanuts were loaded each day for deliveries to local markets the following day. Yes, there were entire truck-loads of candy, peanuts, and entire cases of Monkee trading card bubble-gum. There was no real security, not even a fence to prevent us from climbing all over the vans in case someone forgot to lock one. Finally, one of the gang discovered that a branch inserted through the air vent on the front quarter panel would reach the door latch and open it. We loaded improvised back-packs made from our shirts with boxes upon boxes of treats and I had the first complete Monkee Trading card poster, in fact, I had four of them. I never quite got over the guilt of this bold brazen robbery and as a result, dissolved the Iroquois gang and vowed never to enter into a life of crime again.
    I am now 55 years old and haven’t recalled that chapter of my life in 45 years until this morning and I feel like I must make amends. I gave away all of Monkee trading cards to pretty girls that I had crushes on and the gum is long-since stuck to the under-side of school desks so all I have left to give is this song:
    You know my girl just called me up
    And she woke me from my sleep
    You should have heard the things she said
    You know she hurt my feelings deep.
    I'm gonna buy me a dog [A dog, a dog! Why?]
    'Cause I need a friend now. [Say, you need all the friends you can get]
    I'm gonna buy me a dog,
    My girl, my girl, don't love me no how.

    She used to bring me my newspaper
    'Cause she knew where it was at.
    She used to keep me so contented.
    But I can teach a dog to do that.
    I'm gonna buy me a dog,
    'Cause I need a friend now
    I'm gonna buy me a dog,
    My girl, my girl, don't love me no how.
     
  2. Drumbo

    Drumbo Monkey+

    Actually it was Davy Jones, Peter Tork, Michael Nesmith & Micky Dolenz, but you were really close. [respect]

    [​IMG]Reality Check: The Monkees ~ Gonna Buy Me A Dog (Link)

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  3. hank2222

    hank2222 Monkey++

    the sad but true part we all had that one moment in life where we look at the time and go iam so luckly my mom and dad did not catch me ..
     
  4. Seacowboys

    Seacowboys Senior Member Founding Member

    Giving your age away now. This was kinda the first cheesy boys band put together by a producer rather tha a group of musicians that gathered to perform.
     
  5. Tracy

    Tracy Insatiably Curious Moderator Founding Member

    I just love reading your stories, Sea.

    Thanks for sharing!
     
  6. Seawolf1090

    Seawolf1090 Adventure Riding Monkey Founding Member

    Dang, I missed out on the fun - we just had the cheesy TV show and the occasional tin lunchbox with their pics.
    I never heard that particular song! :rolleyes:

    Mike's momma actually invented "White Out", that little product known to all Office and Cube Droids.......
    The proceeds funded Mike's early music lessons - or so the story goes..... He is the only one of the 'group' who apparently actually could play an instrument.
    And now you know........ the rest of the story! [beer]
     
  7. Cephus

    Cephus Monkey+++ Founding Member


    Other than he played the Circus Boy on some early TV show when he was very young !!! [booze][beer]
     
  8. CRC

    CRC Survivor of Tidal Waves | RIP 7-24-2015 Moderator Emeritus Founding Member


    That was Mickey Dolenz , not Mike Nesmith..... :)
     
  9. Cephus

    Cephus Monkey+++ Founding Member

    Must be my oldtimers acting up again !! LOL
     
  10. tacmotusn

    tacmotusn Mosquito Sailor

    Funny story Sea.
    .
    Bette Nesmith invented White-Out and her son Michael was a Monkees member.

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  11. Seawolf1090

    Seawolf1090 Adventure Riding Monkey Founding Member

    Yep, story I heard was she was a secretary plagued with mistakes. She happened to see an artist blotting out 'mistakes' with white paint on his work, and "voila!", an idea is born! She then spent evenings cooking it up in her kitchen - finally perfected it and sold it. And got Mike's career going too!

    Gotta love Moms!!
     
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