It all started when I invited my good friend Jan to come and see Micky Dolenz, Peter Noone and David Cassidy with the Teen Idols 2013 Tour at Casino Rama in Orillia, Ontario (September 21, 2013).
The rain was pouring down as we drove but at one point, a large SUV limo was beside us and I obviously assumed it was Micky because, who else could it be?? Jan wasn’t convinced but I waved into the tinted windows, just in case. As the limo drove ahead, the clouds broke apart and the SUN STARTED SHINING. An actual rainbow appeared and I proudly told Jan that obviously it had been Micky in that limo because wherever he goes, sunshine and rainbows appear. I knew in that moment that it was going to be a very special evening.
It just so happened she had two friends that were also going so we all met up and got in our seats. We were in the third row and Bernice and Linda had second row but as soon as the show started, we all rushed the stage! We got a little separated and the security team was making sure none of us stood behind the bold white line separating the stage from the audience. It was a fire hazard and something that needed to be taken seriously because there were at least six people in walkers. Listen, I love people with walkers. I wish I had one myself because I always fall when I’m walking. But this was a huge concert hall full of rabid David Cassidy fans and I didn’t trust them. I was worried about the people with walkers getting trampled. I was worried that I would get trampled. It was like being in ‘Nam.
Anyway, Noone, Cassidy and our Micky came out on stage and made a bunch of old man jokes that the audience went wild for. Micky Dolenz performed first and he was on FIRE, as always.
He jumped around on stage and then, it happened. His eyes landed directly on me, crushed between my fellow pit dwellers. Micky stopped in his tracks, smiled and pointed at me!! I’m not even joking. He acknowledged me and about five heads whipped in my direction to see what Micky was pointing at.
At this very moment, my lady parts exploded.
He only performed a few Monkees hits including Last Train To Clarksville, I’m A Believer, I’m Not Your Steppin’ Stone and Daydream Believer (during which he paid a touching little tribute to Davy Jones and I cried).
It was over way too fast but the band for the night was stellar. I was thrilled that Wayne Avers and David Robiceau were there. They are total rock stars and an absolute feast for the eyes, especially if you get tired of watching David Cassidy angrily stomp around stage.
Peter Noone came out and he and Micky did some more old man jokes, this time including a walker!!! At least they recognize and appreciate their audience. The crowd went wild. I’m talking waving canes and oxygen machines. Passionate dancing in slippers and bathrobes. Picture the best retirement home party you’ve ever been to and triple it.
Peter Noone was hilarious, cracking jokes about our airport and local highways. When he said he drove down the 400, I’m pretty sure some heads exploded with joy. He performed his hits, Henry the 8th and such. I’ve seen him with Micky a couple times over the years so during his set I mainly just kept checking on the security situation to see if there were any obvious loopholes.
Finally, David Cassidy took the stage. He looked good and everyone in the audience was murmuring before the show, wondering if he’d actually make it up here given his recent DUI. He didn’t mention it. I’m posting his mugshot below because it’s hilarious.
Cassidy is a talented guy, there’s no doubt. I have nothing bad to say about his music, I’ve always been a fan of his and the Partridge Family. But the man is probably the most ungrateful and angry performer I’ve ever seen. He told the audience, “I know a lot of you are mad that I’m playing the guitar right now but I’m a musician so I’m going to keep doing it.” I just thought, who the hell is thinking that?! I’m pretty sure the chicks throwing their panties at you aren’t concerned about your electric guitar. As soon as he said it, I did become a little angry. Just because he assumed I would be.
He then complained about The Partridge Family and that we were “lucky” that he was performing some of their songs. Again, I don’t care if you play them or not. Just don’t be an asshole about it.
The highlight was of course when Cassidy reached his hand out to the audience, intending for people to just touch it (and be filled with the holy spirit of Cassidy) but I guess he quickly changed his mind. He barely grazed three hands before I heard him yell, “Stop pulling me!! You have to stop pulling me down! I’m going to take away my hand if you guys keep doing this.” And just like that, he took his hand away and I was never blessed by his Holiness. Ahh well, the best is yet to come.
The three guys came back for one last song and took their bows. I screamed “I love you Micky” twice and I know he heard me. I was less than a foot away from him. I just wanted to make sure he knew, in case he wasn’t aware of that already.
The show ended and we all collapsed into our seats, exhausted and sweaty.
Oh but my friends, this is not the end! This is merely the beginning.
Peter Noone was doing a meet and greet and my friends got in line while I escaped for some fresh air and to do a quick area check. I found the hotel, the hotel lobby, the two restaurants, a couple gift shops and most importantly, the hotel bar. Boom.
I went back to see the ladies in line and they got to meet him and get autographs while I madly tried to snap pictures behind security. Peter Noone asked Jan if I was her friend and he said, “I’m not supposed to take pictures.”
I said, “Oh I’m sorry (click click click), I didn’t know (click click click) we couldn’t take pictures (click click click click click). They all turned out terrible because I’m a terrible photographer and my hands get shaky when I’m near people in uniforms.
The girls were thrilled and we planned to go back to their hotel room and drink some wine. But sure enough, as we walked back by the bar, I saw A HAT. THE hat. The wide brim and his dark suit sitting on the bar stool gave him away and I went into super stalker mode.
The girls noticed too and I paced a few moments, wildly constructing a plan of action in my head.
Then, it hit me. I just knew what I had to do. I walked right up to that bar and leaned over it, ensuring my hair was flowing in the perfect direction and my cleavage was draped against the bar in full view. There were a few people between Micky and I at the bar and I did not want to appear desperate (more so). When the bartender approached me I ordered myself a Rum and Diet Coke and then said, “See that man right there? In the black hat? I’d like to buy him a drink. Just get him another one of what he currently has.”
The bartender looked at me and then at Micky and back to me. He said, “He’s drinking Scotch.” I told him that was fine and handed him money.
My drink arrived first and I watched the bartender like a hawk, savouring every move he made to prepare Micky’s drink.
When he presented the drink to Micky he said, “Sir, this is from the young lady at the end of the bar.” It was like something out of an old movie. Micky’s head perked up and he scanned the bar, finally seeing where the bartender was pointing. At me, red hair flaming and boobs bursting.
His face broke out into a huge smile and I was immediately glad that he hadn’t taken one look at me and screamed. No bodyguards came at me and Micky was genuinely happy with my non creepy gesture.
He said, “Wow, thanks! Thank you so much.”
I raised my glass to him in a toast and he raised his to me.
“No Micky, thank YOU for that show. It was amazing. Thank you.”
I chugged my drink and simply walked away, only then remembering that my dear friends were right beside me. Listen, when Micky Dolenz is in the same room with me, it becomes all about him and only him. It’s the only way to be a proper stalker.
We exchanged a few “OHMIGOD that’s Micky Dolenz”‘s and just soaked up his proximity to us. I noticed a few other fans approaching him and taking pictures, which he gracefully posed for.
We decided it was time we ask for pictures ourselves but I sensed I would have to be the one to ask him. After all, we’re pretty much best friends now.
With spastic butterflies in my stomach, I walked up to Micky and touched his arm gently saying, “Micky, I’m so sorry to bother you but do you mind if we get a picture?”
The rest is sort of a blur. Jan took a picture of Micky and I but he said, “Oh there was no flash, you might want to take another.” I suppose he knows about my Micky spank bank collection and was trying to help.
My hands shook violently as I snapped a picture of Micky and Jan, who just had the biggest smile on her face. These two Monkees Girls were in heaven. Our friends got their pictures with Micky too and that was it. We left him alone and Jan and I went outside where we proceeded to scream and jump around excitedly, like a couple of teenagers. It was one of the best days of my life.
So there! It’s not so hard to meet Micky Dolenz, as you can see. You just need to grow some balls, chug that liquid courage and take a chance. One of the many reasons I love Micky is because he truly is the sweetest and most gracious guy. He always has time for his fans.
That includes all of YOU!
Always follow your dreams. Life is short and we have to make the most of it. I hope you enjoyed this little story and the crappy pictures! It was one of those nights that is destined to live on more clearly in my memory than any photo could possibly capture.
Peace and Love,