Psychically Awake And Seeing Peter

Although according to many it seemed it "wasn't in the cards" that I would be able to go see Peter this tour, my karma wouldn't allow me, or all those rumours from jealous people trying to say I've been "banned" from Peter's concerts, somehow I managed to get a friend's car to borrow to go to the show, arriving a good two and a half hours late... And I didn't even have to give any blowjobs to get it, Peter. Well, I've never normally told anyone much of anything about what ever really happens when I go to Monkees concerts... And, I still probably won't. But, I decided to post the pictures here, along with some explanation to all of them, as some strange experiment. If Peter's going to get mad at that, he can feel free to email me... Oh well, he took these pictures. I'm analyzing Jung right now, and have decided that this is the persona of the event, while the self remains undisclosed. Anyone who knows what I mean by that, kudos. Personally, I never know what's going on most of the time, but I promise you I am running the zietgiest of this time, and soon will be famous...
Funny, I remember someone at the event asking me if I was famous... jokingly I suppose... Yup...

This is James Lee of course. I asked his permission to take the picture, so he said okay, and I said it was part of this photojournalism thing... Well, that's good. I arrived probably about two and a half hours late, but I got in for free which THRILLED me on the amount of money I had, and decided to spend my small change on whiskey sours. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures of the actual concert, because I was in the back and the lighting was very low [it was VERY attractive, and I sincerely wished I had taken a picture]. Although I had missed most of the show, what I did see was really good. James had this new song about something, a bulldozer or something, and damn, I don't really remember what it was about, but I thought it sounded GREAT, and surprisingly... It reminded me of the First National Band. Peter would LOVE THAT [sarcasm].
It was such a warm, comfortable event. I sat at the back of the small venue's room the concert was in, and I would later find out with all the workers and owner of the restaurant. The people at the venue were really nice... One of them said he was playing for or with Peter earlier before the show, and got into some discussion with me about who wrote "The Door Into Summer", and I kept telling him it was Bill Martin, but he claimed he couldn't remember, and this waitress/horticulturalist, Rita, was saying, "Oh, he's too stubborn to listen, it's a guy thing..." She was really sweet to me all night, she and this man named John who looked a lot like a younger version of Peter... I think he would like to hear that, he was very happy to be around Peter all night. The guy who was talking about "The Door Into Summer" said he wanted Peter to play "Auntie Grizelda" and that made me laugh.... They seemed to be closet Monkees or Peter fans, and very tickled and pleased he was playing there.

Eventually I find myself sitting across from Peter in one of these two chairs that were against the wall, and separated by a small table. This where I spent much of my interaction with Peter, James, Rita, John, The Auntie Grizelda man, and whoever else was working there. By this point Peter was drilling into me the psychotic/possessed/serial killer look you see on him here, as he sat in this unmoving trance-like gaze everytime I had the nerve to look over to him, so I decided to photograph him. By that time I had lost it though, and began to just giggle incessantly at him. He wanted to see what I took so, I handed him the camera, and Peter proceeded to have fun manipulating my camera. I showed this picture though to a Peter fan after the show, and she said, "he looks cute when he's possessed." Hmmmmmmmmmm...
So, after Peter went through all my pictures on the camera, he turned it on to record and decided he was going to take my picture. You can tell I have that really weird drunk/love sick/I-know-something look on my face, which frankly I find a little scary. Not as scary as Peter, but scary. In fact, I think the combined pictures of Peter and I are what is scary. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... And, of course, I look strangely even here like Michael Nesmith. I swear, for the love of GOD, I TRY to look like a woman, but I will probably always look like Michael Nesmith. God knows I love him. But I have issues about looking like a man. Would people like Peter still find me attractive? Well, of course, I'm Princess Gwen.

So, this is Peter trying to take a picture. I could be cute and say, awwwwwwww, poor Peter couldn't use the camera, and that's so endearing that he's trying. Or, I could tell you the truth and say he was trying to use the zoom to zoom in on certain parts of me, but couldn't see the image preview well enough to do that, so he kept taking multiple shots to try to get what he wanted. Yeah, Peter obsessed about my breasts a lot. All night. In front of other people there. I eventually called him an asshole. Loudly. Hmmmmmmmmmmm... And if he doesn't want it on the internet now, he shouldn't have said it in the first place. Personally, I like the picture of my forehead. Although, I have Mike's nose.
Now I realllllllly look like Michael as he looks now and I swear I/we are not comfortable with that. How do I live with myself? How does Peter want to take this picture? Does he realize I'm not unbuttoning my shirt for him? Or that I think he's crazy? And that I've put these pictures on the WWW? And told everyone he kept asking me to unbutton my shirt? When I look like Michael Nesmith? I think it's still kind of funny Peter couldn't use the camera. He must have really found Princess Gwen hot in the sixties, and just adds more to my belief about Peter and Michael's secret love affair... No, I'm kidding.

I guess Peter finally got the picture he wanted before I took the camera away. I sincerely regret I did not take more pictures myself from this trip, because I would have found them memorable, but, alas, I didn't. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Blonde, large-breasted Michael Nesmith is not cute. But I have the nerve to keep the picture here. I listen to the sound of airplanes overhead. John and Peter teased and flirted with me... I guess you could say... most of the night, Peter asked why I got there so late, and was upset I missed most of the show, and I was like, "GOD, Peter, do you know how HARD it was to get here?" [I might have said "to come here", which my friend thought was really funny], and I told him "I went to everyone I knew and said, 'WHAT could I do to get you to take me to this concert?'" To which Peter replied, "Blowjobs." Uh huh. Right... "You know, Peter," I said, "That's exactly what they said too..."
This is Rita, James, Peter, and John. Rita was sooooo nice that night, and I felt like I knew her somehow... Then there was John who was happily trying to buy Peter drinks and get his autograph. Poor Peter, poor John, Peter kept thinking John was asking me to buy me a drink, but I was like, "No, Peter the man is after you." Heh heh. No, I didn't actually say that like that. I made some conversation with John about how my digital camera is a "guess and shoot" and you just have to kind of believe you're pointing it in the right direction, and some other comments about it being older than the internet "as we know it", although not the internet itself, and John brought up the important fact that Gore invented the internet, to which I remembered to of course commend Gore for that amazing endowment to society. And, yeah, someone asked if I was famous, and I said... What did I say...? God, I can't remember...

Anyway, Rita said I had a pretty name, and when they were asking who I was before I was about to introduce myself when Peter shouts out loudly, "She LOVES ME!" to which Rita replied, "Lucky Peter..." And I laughed outloud, and said, "Heh heh, YEAH!" and gave Peter some look or something... Then called Rita "Lovely Rita", like from the Beatles, and there were some other jokes about that and everything else, Peter told them they need to find more good German non-alcoholic beer. Well, what can I say, everyone there was really nice, and John or someone asked me to come back again, soon, even though they knew I came all the way from UConn, and I told them I would, and then said, well, really I won't unless Peter and James are probably... Maybe I will. Peter hugged me and kissed me goodbye. He thinks I'm crazy. I think he's crazy.
A really strange thing happened after I left... I guess I was so high and care-free and out of it after the whole night that I must have made a wrong turn at a rotary or something, because I got really, really lost. Yeah, I really am going to blame those damn rotaries in Massachussettes. Honestly. It was a one hour drive there, going on 84, to 90, and I was trying to get on 90 to get back to Connecticut, and eventually just said, "screw it, I'll just go south"... Funny, that quote sounds weird out of context. But, anyway, I thought I was going south-west, but I'm seeing these signs that all say "R.I." on them, and I'm like, "I am *not* in Rhode Island... Oh no... oh no, those signs must mean *to* Rhode Island." Nope. I was in Rhode Island. I finally got out to ask for directions at this donut place, and everyone was snickering at me for how far away I was from Connecticut alone-- never mind I didn't tell them I was trying to get to Storrs. Sigh. So sad. But I can't follow even their directions clearly, for some reason, but I think, that's okay, I'll be out of this state quickly, because Rhode Island is one of those states you think you'll run over accidently, and not even notice, you know? No...

Well, anyway, suddenly I'm hitting Providence, R.I., and I'm like OMG, how the HELL did I get here... Still, I'm thinking, I've been to Providence before, this is near UConn... The thing that was really creepy is that when I was driving *to* the concert I was singing the song "Calico Girlfriend" in my head to comfort myself, because I was so nervous, and I was singing all of Mike's lines "... Going back to Rhode Island... Going way back back to Rhode Island... Shaking maracas in Rhode Island... Gotta go to Providence, Rhode Island... Dancing with a girl with fruit on her head in Rhode Island... Rhode Island, Rhode Island, Rhode Island..." Rhode Island ended up being really interesting, it had such trippy, old buildings in and railroad bridges, I really loved it... But I had NO intention to go to R.I., let alone Providence, IT'S NOT NEAR UCONN, but just as I began my night singing "Calico Girlfriend", and the song ends with Mike singing about going to Providence, R.I. , so did my night end going to Providence, R.I... Strange.
Well, Stranger Things Have Happened...

Back to ... As We Go Along...

This is James Lee of course. I asked his permission to take the picture, so he said okay, and I said it was part of this photojournalism thing... Well, that's good. I arrived probably about two and a half hours late, but I got in for free which THRILLED me on the amount of money I had, and decided to spend my small change on whiskey sours. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures of the actual concert, because I was in the back and the lighting was very low [it was VERY attractive, and I sincerely wished I had taken a picture]. Although I had missed most of the show, what I did see was really good. James had this new song about something, a bulldozer or something, and damn, I don't really remember what it was about, but I thought it sounded GREAT, and surprisingly... It reminded me of the First National Band. Peter would LOVE THAT [sarcasm].	It was such a warm, comfortable event. I sat at the back of the small venue's room the concert was in, and I would later find out with all the workers and owner of the restaurant. The people at the venue were really nice... One of them said he was playing for or with Peter earlier before the show, and got into some discussion with me about who wrote "The Door Into Summer", and I kept telling him it was Bill Martin, but he claimed he couldn't remember, and this waitress/horticulturalist, Rita, was saying, "Oh, he's too stubborn to listen, it's a guy thing..." She was really sweet to me all night, she and this man named John who looked a lot like a younger version of Peter... I think he would like to hear that, he was very happy to be around Peter all night. The guy who was talking about "The Door Into Summer" said he wanted Peter to play "Auntie Grizelda" and that made me laugh.... They seemed to be closet Monkees or Peter fans, and very tickled and pleased he was playing there.
Eventually I find myself sitting across from Peter in one of these two chairs that were against the wall, and separated by a small table. This where I spent much of my interaction with Peter, James, Rita, John, The Auntie Grizelda man, and whoever else was working there. By this point Peter was drilling into me the psychotic/possessed/serial killer look you see on him here, as he sat in this unmoving trance-like gaze everytime I had the nerve to look over to him, so I decided to photograph him. By that time I had lost it though, and began to just giggle incessantly at him. He wanted to see what I took so, I handed him the camera, and Peter proceeded to have fun manipulating my camera. I showed this picture though to a Peter fan after the show, and she said, "he looks cute when he's possessed." Hmmmmmmmmmm...	So, after Peter went through all my pictures on the camera, he turned it on to record and decided he was going to take my picture. You can tell I have that really weird drunk/love sick/I-know-something look on my face, which frankly I find a little scary. Not as scary as Peter, but scary. In fact, I think the combined pictures of Peter and I are what is scary. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... And, of course, I look strangely even here like Michael Nesmith. I swear, for the love of GOD, I TRY to look like a woman, but I will probably always look like Michael Nesmith. God knows I love him. But I have issues about looking like a man. Would people like Peter still find me attractive? Well, of course, I'm Princess Gwen.
So, this is Peter trying to take a picture. I could be cute and say, awwwwwwww, poor Peter couldn't use the camera, and that's so endearing that he's trying. Or, I could tell you the truth and say he was trying to use the zoom to zoom in on certain parts of me, but couldn't see the image preview well enough to do that, so he kept taking multiple shots to try to get what he wanted. Yeah, Peter obsessed about my breasts a lot. All night. In front of other people there. I eventually called him an asshole. Loudly. Hmmmmmmmmmmm... And if he doesn't want it on the internet now, he shouldn't have said it in the first place. Personally, I like the picture of my forehead. Although, I have Mike's nose.	Now I realllllllly look like Michael as he looks now and I swear I/we are not comfortable with that. How do I live with myself? How does Peter want to take this picture? Does he realize I'm not unbuttoning my shirt for him? Or that I think he's crazy? And that I've put these pictures on the WWW? And told everyone he kept asking me to unbutton my shirt? When I look like Michael Nesmith? I think it's still kind of funny Peter couldn't use the camera. He must have really found Princess Gwen hot in the sixties, and just adds more to my belief about Peter and Michael's secret love affair... No, I'm kidding.
I guess Peter finally got the picture he wanted before I took the camera away. I sincerely regret I did not take more pictures myself from this trip, because I would have found them memorable, but, alas, I didn't. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Blonde, large-breasted Michael Nesmith is not cute. But I have the nerve to keep the picture here. I listen to the sound of airplanes overhead. John and Peter teased and flirted with me... I guess you could say... most of the night, Peter asked why I got there so late, and was upset I missed most of the show, and I was like, "GOD, Peter, do you know how HARD it was to get here?" [I might have said "to come here", which my friend thought was really funny], and I told him "I went to everyone I knew and said, 'WHAT could I do to get you to take me to this concert?'" To which Peter replied, "Blowjobs." Uh huh. Right... "You know, Peter," I said, "That's exactly what they said too..."	This is Rita, James, Peter, and John. Rita was sooooo nice that night, and I felt like I knew her somehow... Then there was John who was happily trying to buy Peter drinks and get his autograph. Poor Peter, poor John, Peter kept thinking John was asking me to buy me a drink, but I was like, "No, Peter the man is after you." Heh heh. No, I didn't actually say that like that. I made some conversation with John about how my digital camera is a "guess and shoot" and you just have to kind of believe you're pointing it in the right direction, and some other comments about it being older than the internet "as we know it", although not the internet itself, and John brought up the important fact that Gore invented the internet, to which I remembered to of course commend Gore for that amazing endowment to society. And, yeah, someone asked if I was famous, and I said... What did I say...? God, I can't remember...
Anyway, Rita said I had a pretty name, and when they were asking who I was before I was about to introduce myself when Peter shouts out loudly, "She LOVES ME!" to which Rita replied, "Lucky Peter..." And I laughed outloud, and said, "Heh heh, YEAH!" and gave Peter some look or something... Then called Rita "Lovely Rita", like from the Beatles, and there were some other jokes about that and everything else, Peter told them they need to find more good German non-alcoholic beer. Well, what can I say, everyone there was really nice, and John or someone asked me to come back again, soon, even though they knew I came all the way from UConn, and I told them I would, and then said, well, really I won't unless Peter and James are probably... Maybe I will. Peter hugged me and kissed me goodbye. He thinks I'm crazy. I think he's crazy.	A really strange thing happened after I left... I guess I was so high and care-free and out of it after the whole night that I must have made a wrong turn at a rotary or something, because I got really, really lost. Yeah, I really am going to blame those damn rotaries in Massachussettes. Honestly. It was a one hour drive there, going on 84, to 90, and I was trying to get on 90 to get back to Connecticut, and eventually just said, "screw it, I'll just go south"... Funny, that quote sounds weird out of context. But, anyway, I thought I was going south-west, but I'm seeing these signs that all say "R.I." on them, and I'm like, "I am not in Rhode Island... Oh no... oh no, those signs must mean to Rhode Island." Nope. I was in Rhode Island. I finally got out to ask for directions at this donut place, and everyone was snickering at me for how far away I was from Connecticut alone-- never mind I didn't tell them I was trying to get to Storrs. Sigh. So sad. But I can't follow even their directions clearly, for some reason, but I think, that's okay, I'll be out of this state quickly, because Rhode Island is one of those states you think you'll run over accidently, and not even notice, you know? No...