According to Chas Bowie, the fact that I like the Monkees might make me a hipster, although it’s possible that I’m only a hipster if I brag about liking them—or wear the t-shirt.

I don’t know if this post qualifies as bragging, but I love the Monkees, and not in some ironic way. I genuinely think “they” created some of the greatest pop songs of the ’60s—both under the thumb of star-making studio moguls and on their own. And I think their TV show was ridiculously fun. Plus, the whole concept of “the Monkees” is full of questions about the intersection of art and crass commercial manipulation, and what it means to be an “artist.”

That said, their psychedelic vaudeville movie debut, Head, is one of the craziest mind-fucks ever put to celluloid. In a stroke of brilliance, they shattered the sugary-pop realm of AM radio and afternoon television to help create possibly the strangest collection of surreal segments I’ve ever seen. It’ll twist your perception of them, especially if you, like me, grew up listening to your parents’ Monkees records.

And it’s playing TONIGHT—7pm at Mt. Tabor Legacy, formerly Sabala’s, at 49th and SE Hawthorne. Free! Here’s a clip: