There was a man and he said to his flunky, 'Hey Sol, I want ya to go out and buy me four long haired cats, but not too long. We wants keep it just right. I want a pretty one, and I want one of these and...ah....one of those other kinds. Now I wancha to take five hundred million dollars to put the group together and we'll...."

And he did it. Only trouble is that they picked four dynamite cats....bright, aware, grooving, creative cats. The cats were dropped into a freak scene and were stunned by it at first, buffeted by it, and attempted to cope with it, and have now outgrown it. They're growing faster than anybody I know, man! And they are coming out of left field and making it monstrously with the Establishment people of all ages.

The Monkees are well aware of what they've got and what they can do with it and they're groovy cats. They're human beings of a high order and they like Love and they like nice things and quality music.