AN UNEXPECTED FAREWELL: No one saw it coming. As the house lights dimmed inside the Los Angeles theater, Micky Dolenz — the last of The Monkees — took the stage not with a smile, but with a silence that said everything. Before him sat a single saxophone on its stand, glinting softly in the light — the instrument that once carried the laughter of his dear friend, Cleto Escobedo III. He looked out over the crowd, took a deep breath, and began to sing “I’m a Believer.” But this time, it sounded different — slower, fragile, almost like a prayer. 💬 “Cleto was the sound of joy,” Micky said quietly, his voice trembling. “Tonight, that joy echoes in heaven.” The audience rose to their feet, many in tears, as the melody floated through the darkened hall — a bridge between eras, between brothers in music. And for a brief, breathtaking moment, the world stood still, listening to one soul sing goodbye to another.
phil AN UNEXPECTED FAREWELL: No One Saw It Coming The lights dimmed inside the packed Los Angeles theater, but this time,…