I heard the news about Davy Jones just before noon on Wednesday. I was caught off guard by the strength of my feelings about his death. When The Monkees (1966-68) originally aired on television, I was too young. I watched later, when it was in daytime syndication with shows like The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, and Gilligan’s Island. It was a fun show, and Davy Jones was the most appealing to me. When The Monkees made a big comeback and started touring, I didn’t go to any of the concerts. I never owned a record or CD, but I enjoyed songs like Daydream Believer on the radio. So, why am I so moved by the death of Davy Jones? I don’t really know, but perhaps it’s that sense we have of losing a little bit of ourselves when someone from our youth passes away. Davy Jones was talented and adorable, and he will remain eternally young in our collective memory—too young to leave us already. It’s a reminder to appreciate the special people in our lives while they’re still here.
I was searching for something that would best pay tribute to his special appeal. This little video captures it perfectly. Rest in peace, Davy.