Charlotte went ape in 1967!
Were you there? Did you wear your grooviest outfit?
'It Wasn't a Riot, It Was Ticket Time For Monkees'
By William L. Chaze, News Staff Writer
June 9, 1967
'It was a wild scene.
There were these teeny-boppers all squirmy and happy pushing up against the ticket windows at the Coliseum, waiting to buy their tickets to the Monkees concert scheduled for Tuesday, July 11.
The tickets - $4, $5 and $6 - went on sale today, but at 3 a.m. teenagers already were on the scene, dragging blankets like little long-haired characters out of Peanuts. The blankets, though, weren't for security; they were to sit on while the pre-dawn traffic moved dozily past on E. Independence Blvd.
By 8:30 a.m., several hundred youngsters were filling the ticket area of the Coliseum, shoving a little and checking out each other's clothes.'
Hip-hugger skirts ... mini-skirts ... sandals and yards of long, shiny hair.
Fifteen-year-old Amelia Hinson, who stood up near the front of the twitching and pulsating line, stared intently at an open book of astrology. She was cool, aloof and she had something none of the other girls has.
'Just a minute and I'll show you,' she said, putting the book on the floor and her foot on top of the book. She reached into her purse and pulled out a postcard from Peter Tork, her favorite Monkee. It was postmarked Hollywood and read 'Thanks' five times in a childish scrawl.
'I sent him a box of suckers and some creepy crawlers,' she said, daring me to smile. 'That's what I think of him.' She wore electric blue eye-shadow on her eyelids and she closed her eyes and smiled. She was reading the astrology book to see if her stars agree with those of the Monkees.'
*The concert was actually on July 11.
'Neck-deep in magazines, books and pictures about the Monkees are three ardent Monkee fans (left to right) Laura Harmon, Amelia Hinson and Gloria Hicklin. The big day for the girls is when the Monkees come to Charlotte.'
'Off To See Their Idols. And if you were a teenager going to a Monkee concert, what would you wear? Here's how some Charlotte teens decked out Tuesday night. At far left is the long and the short of it - flowered, wide-legged party pajamas and a striped mini-skirt work with poorboy and textured stockings. Center are two versions of mini-shifts. Left is striped slacks with wide ruffles on the bottom. Most essential to all though - the camera.'
'The Monkee Scene - What It Was Was Wild'
Excerpts from concert story by Kay Reimler, News Staff Writer
July 12, 1967
'There were 13 thousand of them.
Teeny boppers, pre-teeny boppers, their little sisters and brothers and a smattering of mothers and fathers with kids too young to be turned loose.
It was the Monkee scene last night at the Coliseum with the TV star-singing group headlining a show that began like a confused kindergarten recess and ended in what felt like 120-degree psychedelic mayhem.
The two Red Cross stations set up in the Coliseum treated about 14 cases of hysteria and exhaustion.
When the Monkees came on stage it all broke loose and didn't stop till an hour later when the show was over.
It was wild with kids jumping up and down, waving hands and handkerchiefs, beating on their chairs and each other, running up and down the aisles trying to take pictures and yelling names - PeterPeterPeterPeter, oh, Peter-r-r-r-r - or just yelling.
If the Monkees don't play and sing well you'd never have known it.
They changed clothes twice during the concert. At first they came out looking like young, young executives in black double-breasted silk suits. The second time they each wore zany Mod clothes (a white brocade Edwardian jacket) and lastly they wore the Monkee shirts they often wear on their show.
The ending of the show was straight out of a poppy field. Lights flashed on and off giving the singer the effect of being a character out of an old film where the frames don't match. Weird colors flowed in and out of one another on the screen above the stage and the sound was electric.
Thirteen thousand exhausted kids would sleep well tonight.'