☆○o。Questions with Wool-hat 。o○☆


1.) What is your favorite color?
- Blue. Surely you’ve got better questions headed my way.

2.) What is your favorite place to vacation and why?
- I don’t know about calling it vacation, but when I've got the time I really like visitin' my mother back home. Maybe I should take the others some time. Or Dave. Oh never mind, he ain't to special, what am I thinkin'?

3.) What is your favorite movie?
- Head.

4.) Which movies do you absolutely hate?
- Head.

5.) What is your favorite TV show?
- Why, the Monkees of course!! What a RIDICULOUS question!!
Yknow I don’t really like television much, if I’m being’ perfectly honest with ya.

6.) What is your favorite food(s)?
- Really whatever I can pay for. I ain’t picky. I do like goin' ta burger joints, though.

7.) Do you believe it’s okay to tell a lie and under what circumstances?
- Well, no, obviously—that’s just that. Though there definitely are times where small lies are somewhat vital, I wouldn't think bein' completely and utterly honest 24/7 would gonna get ya in exactly the best of situations. Imagine where you'd be if you just said everythin' you were thinkin'? Maybe not so much it’s alright to lie, but maybe important to just keep your mouth shut.

8.) Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
- I think a certain level of alone time is very important to me, yeah. Spendin’ times just sort of out in the country, alone, soakin’ it all in with maybe just a dog or two by your side—be sure ta bring your shades and DEFINITELY do not stare into the sun, now. If I even have to tell you that, maybe you’re already doomed. But yknow, other times you don't even gotta be all out in a countryside for some alone time. Sometimes it's just nice ta see sunshine comin’ through the window—again, don’t you dare look at it—and perfectly lightin' the room, sittin' in beautiful silence bein’ broken by nothin’ but the divine sound flowin’ off the strings of my guitar I’d be strummin’ away at. Despite the peace and pleasure I get from stayin' reserved, and despite the presence of too many folks not bein' exactly my FAVORITE thing, I’d say, I always have dreamed of some sort of spot light. Throughout my childhood I was definitely one ta get myself into trouble, and I guess I did enjoy the fair amount of attention it got me. In a way I don't think that mentality ever left my head completely. When I was in high school, yknow when everyone’d be outta that auditorium, I would stand in the middle of that stage with my guitar and I’d just...pretend, like there were tons o' people all in that audience, watchin' me. All cheerin' me on. And I’d just think to myself , “some day”, man. Now all that being said—I may answer I'm a bit of both. Given all the attention it seems I enjoy on the down-low, one may even say I'm more extroverted. Honestly, I don't think that's true at all, but to each their own.

9.) What things might you be asked to do that you hate doing but do anyway (attend birthday parties, weddings, do chores for your elderly aunt, etc.)?
- I’d give the answer “oh, not havin' control of my own damn band; bein' controlled by other writers and producers half the time—that ain’t even a question, don’t be ridiculous—“ but honestly, that wouldn’t be the complete truth. I mean, I’m doin’ what I love—playin’ music and performin’, and I can't act like I'm not allowed any part of the creative process whatsoever. It's because o' bein' here I'm even able to share my creations and ideas with so many folks, internationally even! Hell, I wouldn’t even know of the others’ existence hadn’t I been in the Monkees. I wouldn't even have arguably my best friend in the whole world, the funniest man I know by the name of Micky Dolenz. I wouldn't have met the two amazin', talented, heartfelt characters by the names of Peter Tork and Davy Jones. Though, as much as I've got ta be grateful for, I feel there’s so much more we could do ourselves as a group, yet we weren't even so much as allowed to play our own instruments when the whole thing started up. It’s just so restrictin', yknow? It’s aggravating, ta tell ya the truth…

10.) Have you ever been arrested and why?
- If I have it’s quite scary that I’ve got no recollection of it.

11.) Who would you lay down your life for?
- An obvious first person comes to mind; Dave, of course. In spite of all the joking' insults—admittedly sometimes even genuine frustration, I can still very very very safely say I love Dave more than I could even put into words in the English language. And, if I COULD, you’d have to make sure you’ve got a lot of free time on your hands—IF you wanna read that whole novel series in a short amount of time, without any spoilers from others who for some reason took the time ta take a look at it. That is another IF, which is IF they can even phrase those spoilers. I love Dave with my entire heart, and he’s got more drive in him than near anyone I know—and more moxie. I mean, just look at him strut around in those thigh-high boots, like he's got no care in the world. You’re lyin’ if you say ya don’t know what I’m on about. Yknow, and after this, another obvious few people come to mind; well there’s Micky, who I've already stated as one of my best friends on this earth; there’s Peter, onea the most bright and talented fellas I know; Davy Jones, who's got more heart in 'im than anyone I've known; Bob Dylan, who after knowing him for a decent amount of time I’ve grown to love billions; my mom, who I couldn’t thank enough for raising me the best she could—there’s lots o’ people, actually. Folks can call me bitter and stubborn and selfish all they want, you can’t tell me I don’t care for my loved ones more than the world.

12.) Who would you really like to tell off?
- Think I shouted curses and punched a wall in an expensive hotel for no reason? It’s as I’ve mentioned before, the man wouldn’t even let us play our own instruments, that’s just wrong. We ain’t no damned puppets, ya know. At times Peter even goes in presentin’ some new idea, and it’s like they look at him like he’s nothin’ but braindead scum it seems! I don’t know about you, but I think that’s just plain obscene. Am I thankful we’re allowed now and I’ve actually got creative control at this point? Of course, what kind of a**hole wouldn’t be? That still don't mean they see us like we’re nothin’ but a paycheck. I just despise that seems all they think of us, it ain't right…Our directors and producers and such, the d*ckhead ones at least, if my answer to that question wasn’t already clear enough.

13.) What are your spending habits?
- Well, why’s that even a question on here? D’ya really care much at all about whatever it is I choose to buy? If ya do, ya may wanna check yourself over. There’s much better things to look at than rather than what a person chooses ta spend their money on.
( Dog food and lunch at neat looking’ diners; hats, sometimes. Gifts for my Dave too. )

14.) Do you enjoy hot weather, or do you prefer colder temperatures?
- I wouldn’t exactly say I ENJOY hot weather as much as the next person, but I guess I could say I prefer it—being more used to it and all, comin’ from where I’m from obviously.

15.) If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would you say?
- “Michael Nesmith, that’s me alright—now quit callin’ me wool-hat will ya?”

16.) If your (best friend, wife, daughter, boss, neighbor etc.) were to describe you in one sentence, what do you think he/she would say?
- If Dave could give one sentence to describe, /me/, his lovely, wonderful, amazin' and fantastic boyfriend, he’d maybe say, “Look at that sh*thead fella over there—look at ‘im, who does ‘e think ‘e is?” Jokin'. I've honestly got no clue what he’d say…maybe I’m only half joking, but I don’t know, you’d have to ask him. I’d like to say maybe he’d describe me with “Oh he’s the love of my life,” but I don’t know. If I were anyone with me I’d think it’d be difficult to love me for so long—and so MUCH as he seems to…cause I'm OBVIOUSLY the greatest person who's ever lived, right? Man, whatever, don’t really like the idea of going any further into that. Next question.

17.) What do you think is the meaning of life?
- That is one intense question, ain't it? Seems they felt they’d end off this whole list o' questions with a “bang”, didn’t they? Well, if ya ask me, I think the meanin' of life is whatever the hell you make it to be. It’s whatever ya dig for yourself man. You’ve got some ambition, well then that’s your meaning—you’ve got any sort of God you look up to, then that’s your meaning. It varies, as I’ve just said it’s whatever YOU dig, no one and no one else. But I can say one thing—love has been a very important thing I try to keep in my mind. Just keep love in your heart, throw hate in the garbage. One could tell me, “Oh Nesmith practice what you preach!” I mean they'd be right, I ain't callin' myself a saint or nothin’. But, you know…whenever I’m feelin’ some sort of SOMETHIN’, it never ever ever fails to keep that thought in mind. Love has helped me a lot—nothin’ but love. Just love love love. Learn love, not hate—maybe it could help you some like it has me.
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