R.I.P. Davy Jones
Seeing yesterday that Davy Jones had died of a heart attack at the too-young age of 66, well, that one hurt. The Monkees was one of my first favorite shows as a little kid, thanks to reruns, and along with the contemporaneous Batman, Warner Brothers cartoons, and various Muppet projects, it was one of the major factors that shaped the sens of humor I have to this day. I still remember the effect that seeing Mickey Dolenz walk off set to visit the writers mid-scene had on my then 4 or 5 year old brain... I had seen Bugs and Daffy or Kermit and Fozzie break the fourth wall like that, but seeing actual people do it, well, I had never realized that was even possible.
And the music of the Monkees... say what you will about their origins and their input, but even their loudest detractors cannot deny that they were involved on varying levels with some of the greatest pop music ever recorded.
The group's 20th anniversary reunion tour stop in my hometown of Bangor, ME, in 1986 was my first real concert. And several years I got to see Davy perform solo when he toured with The Real Live Brady Bunch stage show (which performed Brady episodes verbatim... with lots of added innuendo, of course). And both times I was amazed that he still had the moves and charm that seemed so effortless as a younger man. It was still pretty effortless then, too, come to think of it. The man was a born performer, no question about it.
I associate the Monkees with lots of good times, often in the company of good people, and Davy was always a huge part of the enjoyment there. For that, I will always be grateful. Thanks, Davy.