July 3, 1967. Brian Epstein and NEMS throw the Monkees a party to celebrate their gigs at Wembley in the UK.
Attendees: The Monkees (minus Davy, who was out of town) and the Beatles (but not Ringo because Maureen was having a baby), Pattie Harrison, Jane Asher, Samantha Juste, Dusty Springfield, Lulu, Eric Clapton, The Who, Procul Harum, Mickie Most, Frank Allen of The Searchers, Manfred Mann, Barry Miles, Jeff Beck and others.
This is also the night where the Monkees introduce Eric Clapton and John Lennon to the drug STP.
Via the book “Strange Brew”
“At the Speakeasy tonight, Eric Clapton experiences his first acid trip. He will recall the event almost 40 years later to Nigel Williamson. “I hadn’t done anything up to that point except smoke a lot of dope. Then Micky Dolenz came in and he was handing out pills to everybody, saying “Love and peace, man, love and peace.”
It was STP, which was like a quadruple-strength dose of acid. Within an hour or so, I was saying, “‘Woah, what’s going on here? … Then someone put “Sgt. Pepper” on the turntable and that was my first experience with acid. … I remember being out of my mind and thinking I was in the presence of giants, and we were all going off somewhere together to another planet. The doors of perception were wide open.”
Peter Tork remembers:
“Micky and I are meeting the Beatles at a London club called the Speakeasy. And in come George and John singing to the tune of “Hare Krishna” “Micky Dolenz, Micky Dolenz, Dolenz, Dolenz, Micky, Micky.” And Paul is with Jane Asher, and the other guys didn’t bring anybody, and I had just done some STP which was an LSD-type psychedelic drug. I mentioned it to John and he said, “We heard that’s no good. Mama Cass told us not to take it.” But he said, “Okay”. So I went back to the hotel and I got some. Popped one down his throat. I guess he was alright because he seemed to survive. I don’t think I’m responsible for “Strawberry Fields” though.“
By 3:30am, George Harrison has broken out his ukulele for a jam and Peter Tork plays banjo while Keith Moon drums on a table.
6:30am: Micky, still tripping balls, decides it’s a good idea to wander around Hyde Park, talks to trees and eventually sings and hangs out with 700 Monkees fans. Cool.