Melanie Burnette writes in The Roanoke [Virginia] Times:
News of the recent death of Davy Jones took me back to the summer of ’67.
My mother and another brave mom took my two cousins, a couple of friends and me to the Monkees concert at Greensboro [North Carolina] Coliseum.
Once inside, the noise decibels crept up until we could barely hear ourselves squeal. We didn’t care because we first had to “endure” the opening act before our heartthrobs came out.
This strange-looking guy came on stage and launched into some kind of funky hard rock, coaxing his guitar to make sounds that weren’t like anything we’d heard coming from a guitar before.
And then he started playing the thing with his teeth before smashing it to bits on the stage. Outrageous! Bring on Micky and Davy!
It wasn’t until later when I had outgrown my penchant for bubblegum music that I realized we had been witness to one of only eight appearances Jimi Hendrix and his Experience made with the Monkees tour that summer.
Any other accounts of bizarre, incompatible or generally unsuitable opening acts?