Thursday, March 1, 2012

In Memoriam: Davy Jones - The Last Train to Clarksville

12/30/45 - 2/29/12

The Monkees are the farthest thing from country music, but their music had an impact that was felt world wide and affected every genre of music with it's simplicity and how it made us smile and just dance and have fun. They weren't serious, they were always having fun and that made us want to have fun right along with them.

The world lost one of it's first "teen idols" and one of it's finest people yesterday, February 29, 2012, with the unexpected and sudden death of Monkee's front man, Davy Jones, the little guy with the big smile and even bigger heart. I guess you could say that Davy's on that "Last Train to Clarksville".

 The medical examiner released their findings today that the cause of death: an abnormal heart rhythm caused by coronary artery atherosclerosis -- in other words, a massive heart attack. It appears his heart could only hold so much love, joy, and happiness in what he brought to those that loved the Monkees. I thought it was appropriate to include something on this site in thanks for the impact Davy and the Monkees made in my love for music.

Personally, I have been a huge fan on the Monkees ever since I first saw an episode of their show, probably about the age of 3. Growing up, I was always running around the house singing the chorus to "Daydream Believer" in my best English accent, sitting glued to the tv watching the four guys running around their apartment doing crazy things, wanting a Monkeemobile when I grew up and wishing I was Davy's girlfriend. I own several Monkees vinyl LP's and have just about every song they ever released on my iPod. They are not my musical "guilty pleasure", I'm proud to say I love their music. Many may consider them a joke, but if you look at record sales and their popularity, the joke's on those who think so. They gained their fame a few years before I was born in 1970 but thanks to tv and radio, the Monkees remained a household name and thanks to syndication, we were able to enjoy their great songs and hilarious antics over 40 years.

Davy Jones was the boy that all the teenage girls screamed over, swooned over, fainted because of and were determined to marry. His dreamy smile, his heartthrob good looks and the way he could sing a song and make you feel like he was singing it right to me certainly made melt. He's the one that made Marcia Brady the envy of all the girls who watched him sing "Girl" to her on the Brady Bunch. He seemed to be the glue that held the Monkees together through fights, arguments, break up and disagreements. He was the one that brought them all back together (minus Michael Nesmith) for the reunion tours, 3 of them which I was lucky to be in attendance for. He was still performing for sold out crowds right up until about 2 weeks ago. How many other 60's artists can you say are doing that? Not too many. That speaks volumes about how loved The Monkees are and how people still appreciate their music today.

Thank you Davy, as well as Peter, Mickey and Mike, for keeping us singing, making Daydream Believers out of all of us, and for making great music that we all still love to this day. Davy, you once sang about wanting to be free ... now, you're finally free.

Rest in Peace

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