By Judith Sims (who doesn’t live with them…)
Photos by Gene Trindl
It’s always a pleasure to visit the Monkees set and see the friendly familiar faces. There’s Gene, the wardrobe man; Charlie, the electrician; Jon, the assistant director; all faces I’m glad to see. And then there’s Paul (or is it Peter?)… what’s his name… and Davy Smith or Brown or something… Mike or Mick or Mack… nice boys. (Yes, I’m kidding.)
This particular visit took place at the Columbia Ranch, which means I got a sunburn because it was outside (ranches usually are) (outside, that is). Micky was busy “on camera” with a lovely blonde (he seems to have this thing for blondes…), Davy was flaked out on a blanket, sound asleep, and Peter was loping around munching food. Micky said, “Hi!” Peter said, “Hi, Judy!” Davy grumbled when someone woke him up. Peter shared some corn chips. Micky didn’t share the blonde (they motorcycled to lunch). Mike wasn’t there at all—he had the flu.
That last paragraph makes it sound as if the Monkees have very little to do, but if you’ve been reading TeenSet, you should know better. I’m always a little amazed that they’ve retained their sanity with a work schedule like theirs. They need and deserve every ounce of rest and relaxation they can get, which is why Davy falls asleep wherever and whenever, and Peter sometimes hides out in remote dressing rooms for a moment of peace and quiet. I was the only reporter on the set that day, but there were at least four photographers (aside from the regular tv cameramen) shooting away at them every time they turned around. And sometimes when they didn’t turn around!