Talkin' 'bout Micky, Davy, Peter, and Mike!
Talkin' 'bout Micky, Davy, Peter, and Mike!
I was crazy in love with Davy Jones at the age of 6, in 1966, and loyally stayed in love with him, wanting to marry him, until the age of about 12. (When he married his first wife, I was deeply dismayed that he didn't "wait for me"!) Although I grew in other directions on entering my teen years, a piece of me has faithfully loved the Monkees and their awesomely kick-ass songs for all of my life; they are a huge part of my early childhood memories and their great talents (so much more than just "front guys") rich music and innocent fun have been a priceless part of my years. Words cannot fully express what these memories mean to me and what I feel on having learned of Davy's death. I remember when the premier Monkees program came on, and watching it religiously from there on after. As a kid, my "mantra" was "I love Davy Jones of The Monkees", which I wrote EVERYWHERE. When he wanted to be called "David", I dutifully began referring to him as such. When I was about 8, my mom took me to a Monkees concert in the San Francisco Bay Area--my first concert and what a thrill it was for a young girl! When I received my "Davy Jones love beads" in the mail from Tiger Beat Mag, I was estatic. This was no ordinary crush; it consumed most all of my growing up years. One Christmas, I sent gifts to he and his entire family, from my grade school Xmas bazaar. The memories just go on and on and are indescribably sentimental. I have recently lost my father AND my best friend/husband to death: two men very dear to me since I was just a baby...and now my very first fantasy crush, gone....All my special guys are with the angels now. Like I have heard countless others proclaim, a part of my childhood died with Mr. David Jones, Monkee and gentleman extraordinaire. I wish I could have met him to tell him what an incredible impact he had on my early years: I had a fantasy of getting down on my knees, head down, and fanning him like an adored king!! Well that will never happen now, but when I read about what a beautiful and loving human being he was, I'm certain he would have received my idolization with my grace. My heart goes out to his family and to Mickey, Peter and Michael...Love you guys!!!
Oh yeah, and I miraculously, after all of these years and miles, still have in my possession every original record album that the Monkees ever made...