RIP David Jones

Davey Jones, front man and tamborine player extrodinare passed away yesterday after suffering a heart attack at the age of 66.

I am caught off guard by this in a way I did not expect.

I grew up watching The Monkees. I didn't know or care that the band was put together for the show. All I knew was that they made me laugh and I dug their songs. I watched every single episode by the time I was 10. I still have the dubbed VHS tape my Aunt Diane taped off of MTV when they did a Monkees marathon back in the late 80s/early 90s. It is one of the reasons I still own a VHS player in working condition. I love the Monkees. To this day at least once a week when I am cruising around I pop in their CDs and jam out. Sure it's bubblegum for the most part, but it makes me smile.

Though I have followed Mickey, Mike, Peter and Davey's post Monkees lives with interest I never thought that perhaps they may make an early exit. Part of my childhood died with Davey yesterday. I am far more effected by Davey's passing that by Whitney Houston's.

However I am not one of mourn the dead. I much prefer to celebrate the life. With that in mind here are a few Monkees tidbits just in case they bring a smile to your heart the way they did for me.

Supposedly the last preformance of the Monkees. I'm singing with you Davey!

I monkee walk with the best of them!


A silly little song that makes me laugh.