Davy Jones, 1945-2012

Sad news out of Florida this morning that head Monkee and Marcia Brady prom date Davy Jones succumbed to a heart attack.  I’m sure there will be plenty of “Last Train to Clarksville” puns, but you won’t find any here.

The Monkees loomed large for my generation.  They were part of a small group of artists that appeared in every elementary schooler’s record collection in the early Seventies, the others being John Denver, Neil Diamond, and the Beach Boys.

 At that age I didn’t really understand the attraction to the others, but The Monkees I got.  Their television show was in after school syndication, right there with The Brady Bunch, Gilligan’s Island, and The Little Rascals.  Unlike the other shows (Johnny Bravo not withstanding), the Monkees were funny and they rocked.  What more could an eight year old want, other than maybe a Batman cameo?

The Monkees have been kicked around quite a bit over the last forty-five years for being exactly what they were supposed to be, which was the Pre-Fab Four, but strip away those prepackaged notions and listen to the records and they are some of the best crafted pop of the era.  And right up front was Davy, with absolutely no shame in his game.

You can find all the biographical stuff on the intergooglewebtubes, that’s not really my bag.  I’m just here to tell you why it matters, and I can’t imagine a day on the playground, an after school snack, or Hot Wheels in my buddy’s basement without Davy and his tambourine in the background.

So that’s why it matters to me.  What about you?  I’m listening.

4 replies »

  1. You know, I greatly appreciated Whitney Houston’s talent, but I was not a rabid fan, and never purchased an album, therefore, I stayed out of the way when she died – it felt disrespectful to her real fans out there.
    Not this time – Davy Jones and the Monkees – you nailed it. They were playing for you after school, adding to the fun.
    In my case, when The Monkees were on the telly, I was sitting in front of it, my face a foot from the screen, trying to get into their room and out of mine.
    The Monkees were a safe place for me – I do not know if it was their upbeat but non-intrusive songs or what, but for some reason when they were on I was not in the path of the human tornados raging through the house. The first safe place I can remember, really.
    Damn, this makes me sad.


  2. Awww, man! I hadn’t heard the news until just now reading your post. Sorry to hear of the sad news. Wonder if Nesmith, Dolenz and Tork will be attending the funeral. Althought I had a huge crush on Mickey back then (yep, even as a child, I had a thing for drummers,). I liked Davey’s enthusiasm & silliness. Hope he’s feelin’ groovy now, wherever he is.


  3. This was such sad and unexpected news. I loved The Monkees when I was a kid, sniffed at them when I was too cool, and loved them again when I regained my senses.
    Davy Jones was adorable and remained so boyish and sweet looking through the years. I will miss him in the world.


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