Where The Pieces Fall

Davy Jones’ Locker:
Another Monkey Drowning
Sounds like Porpoise Song
Haiku By JHM For Davy Jones

When i was a boy, the Beatles and the Monkees were the two forces that mated and created the zygote of my nascent musical imagination. The Beatles were the revolutionaries and the Monkees were the band manufactured by the establishment as an antidote for that fever, but it mutated…

Listen to this song and ignore the madcap mayhem in the video, which is a misdirection as in the performance of a magician: This song is as subversive as anything the Beatles ever did. It infected me.

With his fools gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left king midas there, as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more