Another Jumbled Monkees Archive

Series:

Running gag series

Nez concert banter transcripts

Spotting the Stand-Ins

Transcripts of deleted YouTube videos

50 for the 50th posts (a ridiculously unfinished undertaking)

Miscellaneous Original Content:

(Mostly) Comprehensive lists and masterposts

Reviews and essays

Videos I’ve made

I had a hard time deciding on how to format this post. On one hand I wanted to do a video compilation, because there are so many quick instances that showcase the aspects of their dynamic that I love, but on the other hand, I wanted to include entire scenes and give explanations for why I like them. So I decided to include both.

Here is a link to a supercut video that I made of some of the shorter television moments that I personally love between the two (they’re in pretty random order), and under the “read more” are unintentionally lengthy reviews of some of my favorite interactions between them on the show. (I apologize for any rambling–I wrote the bulk of this under the influence of far too much caffeine.)

And here is a bonus photoset I made awhile ago of “Mike, Micky, a complete lack of personal space” because that seems like an important inclusion.

by STEVE POPE Peter’s Best Friend in College

(from FLIP, October 1967)

In September, 1959, Peter H. Thorkelson entered Carleton College in Northfield, Minnesota. Steve Pope was a member of that same freshman class, and was graduated from Carleton in June, 1963. Peter, of course, never graduated, having already decided that music meant more to him than anything else in the world. But, during the two years that Peter did attend Carleton, his best friend on campus was “Poper” – Steve Pope, who shared all of Peter’s happy and unhappy times. In an exclusive series beginning in this issue of FLIP, Steve will take you through these exciting years of Peter’s life. 

I’d just moved into Carleton’s freshman dorm, when I saw Peter for the first time. Wearing short hair, looking very puckish and plucking on one of his oldest banjos, there he was – in one of his most familiar poses. I was to see Peter often like this. It seemed as if that banjo never left him!

We weren’t introduced yet, but a couple of days later I found out that we were in the same math class together and that Peter’s room was just down the hall from mine. Soon, I was introduced to Peter H. Thorkelson, beginning a friendship with Peter which lasted even long after he eventually left Carleton.

Funny about that name. You’d never think that there could be two Peter Thorkelsons in any one place at the same time. But there were actually two Peter Thorkselsons in my freshman class. The only difference was their middle initials and the fact that Peter pronounced the first part of his name “TORK” while the other pronounced his “Thork.” Peter usually used his middle initial to keep their identities separate.

REPORTER: So what do you think of the war? MICKY: What war? REPORTER: Do you guys smoke pot? MIKE: No, we barbecue it slowly for two hours. REPORTER: Do you believe in free love? DAVY: No, I always charge something. REPORTER: What do you think about Nixon’s foreign policy? PETER: It’s just more bourgeoisie establishment crap that… ALL: PETER! ”