Sunday, March 4, 2012

When Love Comes Knockin’ At Your Door

Roasted Bananas with plenty of Rum … to make it better. I was too young to have come by the Monkees on my own, I guess I have to thank my older sister Karen or my (badass) babysitter Phylis … but I was hooked and in love and swooney …if that’s a word. I remember practicing the harmonies in this with my sister endlessly … stealing my mother’s lipstick and covering Davy Jones’ picture with red kisses …. I think they were the first band that woke me up to how music makes you feel more alive!

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