My folks wouldn't let us drive to the concert by ourselves. They said "Your seventeen years old and we don't want any stray old men to try picking you up!" At 4:30 we loaded into the mini-van and let my folks drive us to Walker, Michigan. I was giddy. I had three tickets to see Davy Jones, Bobby Sherman, and Peter Noone. Three tickets in the fourth row! Nikkita had known for about a week that she would be going to the concert with me, but Steffie had only been invited a couple hours before (after another friend canceled). We had the perfect concert apparel. Nikkita had a 60's tree print shirt. Steffie had bells and a hippy top. I had tie-dye, bells, platform shoes, and my rockin' yellow and white knitted poncho. We all had our peace signs and lovebeads. We were in the greatest moods in the world. The car ride was long. There was construction on the highway and so my dad opted to take the back roads, which of course meant that we got lost. We listened to "Headquarters" (the only Monkee tape I had in the car), but after two times through the tape my mom turned it off. Then for the rest of the trip (over an hour) she graced us with her own rendition of "Mrs. Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter". It was almost to the point that I was sick of the song ... but not quite. Finally we arrived at the DeltaPlex. Nikkita, Steffie and I wandered around the waiting crowd (It was 6:30, the doors didn't open 'till 7:00) and listened to all the fascinating conversations. If you've seen "The Brady Bunch Movie" you remember how all the adults freaked out (screaming and crying) when they saw Davy Jones. When I saw the movie I laughed because I thought it was an exaggeration. It's not. Well, we got into the auditorium, found our seats, bought souvenirs, and complained about the scary 80's music they had playing (not necessarily in that order). We couldn't wait for the concert to start. Davy Jones! We were all set, we had camera's, film, paper, and our buttons that read "Foxy Davy" and "It's not about age it's about life" (appropriate huh??). We were going crazy with the anticipation. Finally the concert started as Bobby Sherman came out and was promptly swarmed by masses of screaming fans. Well, Bobby sang three or so songs, and talked for a long time. He seemed ready to please all the fans. He signed autographs while singing and tried to acknowledge every single person who waved at him, gave him a flower, or took his picture. After Bobby was done performing there was a 15 minute intermission. All of a sudden Davy Jones came onto the stage and started to sing. We ran to the front of the auditorium to get autographs and pictures, but the evil rent-a-cop security people blocked us and forced us back into our seats. We were devastated. Some lady threw a pair of white thong undies onto the stage and he joked about "knickers with screen doors". Listening to Davy sing was wonderful. It was one of those experiences where you want to laugh, cry and scream ... all at the same time. We sang and screamed until our voices were horse, then we sang some more. When Davy finished singing he ran off stage, only a few lucky fans got his autograph. Right after Davy left, Peter Noone came on stage. He played the audience really good. Some lady gave him a pair of purple, shinny undies and he put them on over his clothes! He sang a huge collection of Hermit songs and danced around a lot. It's was outtasite! The last song he sang was "There's a Kind of a Hush". By the time he sang that song we (along with most of his fan base) were crowded around the exit gate, waiting for him to sign autographs. When he left the stage he said "two minutes" and he'd be back. After a very very looonnngggg two minutes he finally came back out. We were at the front of the crowd and among the first to get his autograph. We barley had the voice left to force out a "Thank you Sir" before we had to leave. The concert was supposed to be over at 9:30... it was 11:00. When we finally got out to the parking lot (we didn't want to leave) my folks were there waiting. They were kinda upset that the concert ran late, but understood why we didn't leave at 9:30. The car ride home was less then eventful. We had no voices to talk and were completely exhausted. For some insane reason, about half way home we got a second wind. It was one of those delayed adrenaline rushes. We turned the radio to an oldies station (there was an Elvis marathon) and tried to sing. We sounded horrible without scratchy voices, but it was fun. By the time we got home it was almost 2:00. Of course we couldn't sleep, so we just sat in my room with the lights off and talked. We ended up getting a couple hours of sleep before Nikkita and Steffie had to go home. Now I'm sitting here trying to sum up the wonderful concert experience. I have my Teen Idol c.d. playing and would love to sing to it, but my throat is burning and my voice is completely gone. The whole concert was a kind of a daze. There was so much more that happened, so many more details and wonderful things, but I can't put them into words. The concert was the grooviest. If anyone cares to elaborate on any aspect of the concert feel free to e-mail me. I'd appreciate it.
These are the "official" pages listed in my Teen Idols Tour Book. The Davy Jones page is currently under construction, but the other two links work.
