My Personal Tribute to Davy Jones of “The Monkees”

I would like to divert from my regular topic of running today and dedicate this blog to Davy Jones, lead singer of The Monkees, who passed away this week at the young age of 66.

Music has always been a part of my life.  Many times a song will trigger an old memory, and I find myself going back and re-living it.  In 1966, I was nine years old and I remember every Monday night I would be super comfortable in my pajamas, sitting in front of the TV.  I was anticipating watching The Monkees TV show on NBC.  Once each episode was over, I couldn’t wait for the next one!  The show aired from September of 1966 and the last one actually aired on my 11th birthday, March 25, 1968.  I was such a huge fan that my mom and dad bought me all their vinyl albums, which I played over and over on our console hi-fi stereo.  I even had all their hit songs on 45’s–and those songs were imbedded into my head:  Last Train to Clarksville, I’m a Believer, and of course the theme from The Monkees.  My favorite two songs were (I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone and Mary Mary.

There’s something a little more significant about The Monkees to me.  Specifically, my father died suddenly of a heart attack in August of 1967, and The Monkees’ music actually helped me through that period.  The Monkees always represented fun, and I needed that as an escape during that period of my life.  So, I thank Davy, Mickey, Peter and Michael.

Believe it or not, The Monkees were created by a casting call.  Michael, Peter and Mickey were accomplished musicians, however, none of them played the drums.  Davy tested well as a drummer, but he was so short the cameras couldn’t capture him.  Thus, he became the lead singer, and Mickey learned the drums.  Unlike today, The Monkees actually played their own instruments and sang while on tour.  They were extremely popular and were a simple, fun group.

Davy became an instant overnight idol amongst girls who screamed and passed out upon seeing him, just like The Beatles.  The most impressive point I want to make about Davy is he always lived a clean life.  I don’t recall ever hearing or reading negative stories about him.  He went on to own a outdoor market in New York, and was involved with horse racing.  He also toured with The Monkees during their reunion tours.  It was not long ago, July of last year, that they performed their 45th anniversary tour at Denver’s Paramount Theatre.  I now wish I had attended.

When I heard about Davy’s death this week, a piece of my childhood died along with him.  Word of his death instantly brought me back to my childhood days of sitting in front of the TV watching their show.  It also again brought to light the mortality of human beings.  We somehow think we are invincible, but the news of a death usually brings us back down to earth.  As you get older, the spotlight on mortality gets a little brighter.  Just goes to show, you need to live each day to the fullest because you never know when you will cross that finish line!

Thank you and Rest in Peace Davy Jones!

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  • Harold says:
    March 02, 2012 8:27 PM

    Where I lived you couldn’t admit to liking the Monkees, you either had to like the Beatles or CCR, otherwise you were not cool. I guess I have always marched to the beat of a different drummer, because when the show was on, I didn’t miss it very often.

    I agree with your sentiments and may Davey Jones RIP.

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