I am still stinging from the death of Davy Jones. I feel as though a part of my youth is gone. I always had hopes of seeing The Monkees in concert. I even had tickets a long time ago, but something came up and I couldn’t attend. Now there will never be another reunion concert.
Davy Jones always seemed to see the world in a good light. I didn’t know him personally, but I never saw him without a smile or a good word in any interview or video. He had talent and sang lovely songs. However, he gets very little press at his death. Other so-called stars get hours and hours of air time at his or her death. But their come-back tours are filled with forgetting lyrics through a drugged-induced haze. On the contrary, Monkees reunion tours were fun-filled with happy memories for the audience. Their songs are wonderful to listen to and I still have several on my Ipod today. I can’t get through a workout if I don’t listen to “Last Train To Clarksville.”
Even if the news media quickly forgot you, I will continue to do the “Monkee” walk down the street while singing “Here We Come…Walkin’ Down the Street….” And I will get the funniest looks from most everyone I meet.
Here’s to Davy Jones, you always made me smile