The only way to get better at writing is to keep on writing.
A fantastic reminder of that is this ancient music review I unearthed from my college newspaper archives. I was thrilled to get the opportunity to write about a Monkees concert I saw at Foxboro Stadium, although this article is now the only reminder I was there. I don’t remember even a 5-second vignette from that night.
This is a horrifically written review. It’s riddled with typos, cliches and simplistic observations – and quite frankly, it fails to capture The Monkees’ legacy.
According to the insightful 18-year-old me, all three Monkees “contributed to the success of the concert in their own way.”
- Lead singer Davy Jones was full of energy. Sometimes “skipping around like Pippi Longstocking.” And at other times, “marching around (like) Bono.”
- Mickey Dolenz “enthralled the crowd with his crackpot facial expressions.”
- And Peter Tork “gave it his all” while at the microphone.
I guarantee you this was the first and last time that Davy Jones was compared to the U2 singer and the world’s strongest girl.
At the end, I slam the band’s critics for daring to suggest they should play more of their own instruments. “But most of the big time critics love to look for the worms in the apple anyway,” I counter.
This Monkees article is the “Showgirls” of movie reviews, so deliciously bad that you just can’t stop reading.