"Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Monday Monday, can't trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me?"
I loved loved loved the Mamas and Papas. I adored their harmony and I wanted to be Mama Michelle so bad. I wanted to be THAT hippie girl. The beautiful, long-haired, blonde with the gorgeous, flowing clothes or skinny jeans that sang like an angel and floated about two feet off the ground. Yea, I realize now that she may have been tripping her brains out or higher than a kite, but I wanted to be her....passing out love beads or flowers and singing in that voice of hers....yeesh....
She's the only surviving member of the group now. Mama Cass (who had her own incredible voice!!!) died in England after the group split up and she was pursuing her solo career. Papa John, the genius behind the harmony and the organization died a few years ago from liver failure secondary to years of alcohol abuse and drug addiction (according to the press reports). Denny (my personal crush) died fairly recently.
According to the later accounts, and personal interviews, Denny and Michelle were caught up in a huge affair, which John (Michelle's husband) found out about. Meanwhile, Cass was madly in love with Denny as well. It was a crazy time and for a little midwest bound girl like me with a gorgeous older sister who was going to Janis Joplin concerts and dressing in mini skirts and feathers, well....my fantasies were all I had....
Anyway, it's Monday...no guarantees....just me and my little Midwestern heart and soul out here on the west coast....somethings just never change....
5 comments:
They ARE great songs. I am not old enough to know the drama (yay!) behind the group, but I sure loved growing up singing, "all the leaves are brown. . and the sky is gray. . "
I remember. And yes, were then, and you are now that hippie girl, blonde, floaty clothes, passing out love beads and flowers to legions of tiny fairies and passing out stories, encouragement and comfort to the "lost boys",both large and small.
@Emmy, I'm so happy you remember the songs and the harmony. Each of you kids went to bed with music every night...and you cleaned the house to music...and we played to music...we probably even fought to music... :)
@Linda, you have made my day...my feet are now officially two feet off the floor!!! And I'm humming.... Thanks for your words. I heart you.
Humm...
I'd be safe and warm
if I was in L.A
California Dreamin'
on such a winter's day
So...are you safe and warm?..you are a stone's throw from LA..and you have the blonde hair and wear flowing skirts..If you want I will go with you and we can pass out love beads and flowers on Venice Beach just to complete the dream.
Cindy...are you encouraging my hippie behavior?...cool!
Venice Beach sounds like a blast...a blast!
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