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The Monkees

“I still talk to them sometimes…” Micky Dolenz shares a rare and deeply personal moment, opening up about his quiet visit to the gravesites of his Monkees brothers — Davy Jones, Michael Nesmith, and Peter Tork. Standing alone among the headstones, he reflects on a lifetime of harmonies, laughter, and loss — and how memory is the only stage left where they all still sing together.

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The Monkees

THE FINAL FINAL BOW — On November 14, 2021, under the glow of the Greek Theatre lights, Michael Nesmith and Micky Dolenz walked slowly to the front of the stage. It was the last night of The Monkees’ farewell tour — and no one knew it would also be Nesmith’s final performance. There was no rush, no scripted fanfare. Micky glanced toward his lifelong friend, and Nesmith, with a faint smile, gripped his guitar as if holding an old companion. Together, they sang the last notes of “I’m a Believer,” voices weathered but warm. The crowd rose, not in wild applause, but in a standing wave of gratitude, tears glistening in the dim light. When the final chord faded, the two men clasped hands and bowed — one last time. For those there that night, it wasn’t just the end of a concert. It was the closing of a chapter written across decades, sealed in music, memory, and love.