Whitney did nothing for me but Davy! *sniff* I'm hurting.

What !?
How !?
....but, but...
Isn't he twenty-something?
Aren't I still a kid?

Oh, what a bummer...heart attack.
My condolences go out to his wife and daughters...

Damn, I hate it. I loved him and the Monkey's. Memories, man, what a bitch!

Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

RIP, Davy.

Scanner, I hadn't heard the sad news until seeing your post. Another interesting and talented person from our earlier years now gone from the scene. He had definitely had some good gigs going for himself back in his heyday.

We're ALL getting old.

Aww, so sad to lose people you saw as friends, even though they are clebs.

You said it, scanman.

"Daydream Believer" and "Last Train to Clarksville" two of my favorites. Can't help myself, I loved their music even though the puriest would declare they were not really a band.

Shit is right. I loved Davy Jones.

Sorry, I had to look him up, but then I remembered The Monkeys. May he rest in peace.
R♥

I guess it's a generational thing. Like John Lennon dying, not to say he was as talented, but the memories are just as strong as with the Beatles. Watching that stupid show was must-see in my house and my dad hated it. Like Tor, "Last Train to Clarksville" is a personal favorite. I hate it when memories die. Hate it!

I had not heard anything until you wrote. Was he ill? Last I heard he was doing very well.

They say it was a massive heart attack.
Went out clean.
Like a regular person.
That's going to mess up the tabloids.

I know, he was my second favorite Monkee, next to Mickey Dolenz. Another Pleasant Valley Sunday-ayay!

While they were soon mocked, everyone I knew in my generation had an album or two. I've read that Jones was the only one who didn't get caught up in the idea that they could and should be a real band. he thought they had a good thing going with the TV show and why disrupt it. Anyway, I was a fan for a year or two cuz they were too busy singing to put anybody down.

I loved The Monkeys too. This is sad for me.

It was a must in my house too. This blows.

Well, dang, I hadn't heard. He couldn't have been very old.

The twenty something daughter called to let me know about this. I loved him out of all the Monkees when I was in the single digits.
Are we all showing our age here?

guess he's on the last train to Clarksville. RIP.

Exactly the word that came to my mind, when I heard it on the news. I was a folk music snob and hated myself for being a secretive fan of the TV show. Davie and Peter were the best of the crew.
JMac

its so sad
HUGGGGGGGGGGG

I think I have two Monkees Albums. Maybe only one. It's been so long since I've gone through my vinyl collection, plus all the extras (almost doubled) when my wife added hers in.

Wow, I used to play free pinball at the local Boys Club when I lived in Napa, CA. They didn't have a radio, but someone donated on old console record player, then someone donated an old juke box. You could go up to the juke box, read through the titles and makes your selections for free. I loved the Boys Club.

Playing "Fire House" with "Inna-godda-davida," by Iron Butterfly and "I'm a Believer," by the Monkees blasting out -- pretty much the whole time I was there. I was maybe 8 or 9 when that was popular, possibly a bit later. (1968-1970 depending on time of year)

I always thought Davy was like the "junior" member of the club and acting lead singer. I notice that Pete and Mickey had a lot of lead titles as well.

Whoever brought up that Brady Bunch reference, I officially hate you for three seconds! 1. 2. 3. Okay, I'm over it. Before they had reruns of the Brady Bunch, as a little boy of 9, I was starting to have a crush on Susan Olsen. So now Davey's gone. I'll tip a bit'o brandy back for the lad tonight.

Thanks, scanner for bumming me a little. Honest, I appreciate finding out here over any other place I can think of.

_RIP_

I feel bad now that I used to call their stuff "pimple rock."

Son of a bitch! I step away from the machine for a lousy day and I miss this?

I remember Davey always had the stars twinkling in his eyes! Initially The Monkees were a manufactured act but my understanding is a couple of them could really play. God knows they sold a ton of 45's and LP's.

I feel sooooo old!

What will happen to his locker?

Shit indeed!

Another piece of my childhood feels missing tonight.

Really unfortunate; yes. r.

He really was cute. I still hear his voice on "Daydream Believer." Gone way too soon.

Oh, and I loved "Take the Last Train to Charleston" too.

I think The Monkees were very cool. Remember the movie "Head?" Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper were also in it.

http://youtu.be/nU615FaODCg

Awww. Sad. I actually saw the Monkees live at some point in the mid-60's when the TV show was still airing. They put on a good show for thousands of excited teenage girls. I always liked Davy Jones and he seems - still - too young to be gone.

So sad to learn this today. I just reposted my Monkees post in memory of him...

When I hear "Day Dream Believer", I feel that it somehow captures a mood of these times -- before the walls of Hell would widen and Nixon and his war , subterfuges of one kind or another held sway. I once wrote a story about a young guy walking into his little sister's room: pink walls, those round flowers seen on VW Micro buses, and there blared out this song of pure joy as she bounced on her bed to this beat that swam with hope, good vibes and some sense of how we felt. What a time it was. Miss this.

I'm with Rw005g on this one, although I suspect that many here won't know what that comment refers to.

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The daydream believer no longer has to daydream of Heaven

That is so sad to see another of our dwindling generation gone and will soon be forgotten in the sands of time. It's sad and hard to realize that all the people that I grew up with and spent most my leisure time watching and enjoying their simple but free spirited antics on television are no longer with us. They represented and embodied the love of life and the freedom's we were blessed with that allowed us to express ourselves openly through media or through the gathering of like minded individuals whenever and where ever we chose. That was just one of the many joys of our generation and a much simpler time in life for everyone.
Sadly, with the death and passing of each celebrity and icon of our generation we not only loose them and the joy of their company, we are also loosing that generation's value's and the way that they represented, honored, and helped structure our society. The generation's of today and tomorrow will not even notice or miss the lessons of life and guidance of those old farts that knew how to properly discipline when needed, to show proper respect to other's, and how to love and honor their parent's and elder's. These simple but mandatory value's of one's own self and to value and to respect other's as well is what helped make America the great nation that it is today.
I am honored and am blessed that my father, as did his father, and his father before him, handed out discipline as a father should and through their love, nurturing and discipline, those values instilled in me helped structure my life and allowed me to become the proud and respected man that I am today. I feel empathy for the current and future generations of Americans that will never be able to see or to feel the pride and honor that our fathers and grandfather’s fought so proudly and courageously to secure for future generation’s.
As our veterans and hero’s fade and pass from this life to the next so fade’s the last generation of American heroes and their teachings of discipline and structure that once made this United States, the greatest and most respected nation on earth. I fear as I see the future generations of our children growing up as an undisciplined, uneducated, and over medicated barbarian society. And yes, we are getting “OLD”. God Bless

Yeah, he left on the last train to Clarksville and I am afraid he won't be coming back...
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*sigh* and he was supposed to perform here in Wisconsin on March 11th.

I know!! It's tragic! ):

I didn't visit OS when I was writing my piece on Davy's death-
I didn't want to be influenced by how anybody else was handling it.

I kinda wish I had read this first.
You summed it up perfectly.

I share your sorrow.

Scan,
I have to hand it to you. You really know how to write a eulogy. Only you could be rated 29 times (well, now that I've shown up, 30) for a one-word post with a three-word title. That's talent.

(The above sounded sarcastic but I'm actually serious. It is talent.)

The night before last, I visited my father's new place for the first time - I was in his neighborhood on business, so I crashed there. What's the name of the town he moved to? Clarksville. I'm serious.

Being as you're a budding guitarist, if you want I can show you the fast part to Last Train To Clarksville, at least the one in the verses, the part Mike Nesmith plays. It's actually way easier than it sounds. In G, which it is: Low G then open G then pause, descending F - E - D (all on the D string),
Same sequence again, then start to do it a third time and here's the trick: When you hit the F, follow it by picking the open G and B strings in order (because you've started on the D string, you just drag the pick down because these strings naturally fall in order), then the E (on the D string, not open - you're doing the sequence you started with and adding extra notes in between) followed by the open G and B, then the D followed by the open G (don't continue to the B that third time) and immediately down to the low G to repeat what you just did, this time over and over. Here's the note sequence. To get the rhythm right, I'll use x's for fast beats when you don't play:
Low G x open G x Xxxx FxxExxDx
Repeat exactly
Low G x open G x Xxxx FGBEGBDG
Repeat exactly over and over through the first part of the lyrics
When the chord finally changes it's a C.

Davey Jones started out as a child actor and singer. He was in Oliver! on Broadway. Because he and Mickey Dolenz were experienced actors, they understood that the Monkees (that's two E's, not -eys) was a TV show and not initially a band. It was of course modeled on the early Beatles movies, particularly Help.

Mike Nesmith, who could really play, was wealthy because his mother invented Liquid Paper. Peter Tork was a conservatory-trained musician.

Because it was a TV show, they originally used studio musicians for the instrumental parts because authenticity wasn't a consideration.

So many of the girls I knew loved Davey Jones. When I was in junior high, a rumor went around that he'd been in a motorcycle accident. There were fathers in my neighborhood forced by their daughters to call the networks about it.

Wow, Not sure why I checked back in so quick but glad I did.
I did not mean to come across as sarcastic.
I was being sincere. I really do share the sentiment, (I'm sorry I don't know a better word to use there) and I really do share the sorrow behind the sentiment.

I'm truly sorry for causing offense on this thread. Please feel free to delete.

I was born in 1970 so I kind of missed the whole Monkeys/Davy Jones thing, but I loved your pithy response.

Okay, time for a reality check, and since Scanner's whole article was one appropriate word, I'll drop a steaming load on all the nostalgia about The Monkees.

When I was a kid, I saw the show. Since I didn't and still don't have much of an interest in popular music, I barely knew anything about the Beatles. But The Monkees was available free on television, so I could see what teen culture was like, and try to figure out why my generation was so stupid.

I watched the show, not for the pseudo-Help! wiseass comedy, but for the impromptu talk the guys gave at the end of the episode. They were clearly smart, most of them raised in the insulated worlds of wealth and show biz. And they were trying to be funny, as defined by the agents and manipulators who were their bosses.

One weird episode of the show - apparently an "economy" episode - was a documentary following The Monkees around on one of their tour dates, including a haunting scene of the sad, troubled Peter Tork wandering through the woods, wondering who he was and why anyone would want to watch him on TV.

Years later, a troubled young woman I knew kept going through three strange addictions she had; Atari 8-bit computers, the charities recommended by the band U2, and reruns of The Monkees. A charismatic guy I knew had sex with her. She disappeared not long after. I suspect she's dead.

And then, many years later, I finally saw their movie Head on TV. It was supposedly the three remaining Monkees trying to show they were really talented musicians and actors. It looked like a weekend of rambling, incoherent brainstorming powered by mescaline and tequila. If there was anything to these boys at all, Hollywood, drugs and low expectations burned it out of them.

And naturally, the only one who did anything after the show ended and the din died down was Michael Nesmith, powered by his mother's Liquid Paper royalties.

From what I've seen, the sweet reminiscences about Mr. Jones are all people remembering the wonders of their youth. A time when corporate culture openly manipulated performers, merchandised them, destroyed whatever originality they might have had - and everyone loved the results. The Monkees were a fraud, but they were a fraud everybody loved...and then dumped when something newer came along.

and the beat goes on...

AJ,
I was referring to my own first paragraph being taken as sarcastic (which is what I meant by "above"), not the previous post. That was not a comment about your comment, but about the earlier portion of mine.

Sorry for the confusion.

Oh My-Now, don't I just feel like the idiot I am.
Thanks for the clarification. On both points. LOL

And now…we return you to your regularly scheduled programming...

neutron, my one word response was what I felt. I was not thinking about the record companies screwing over artists, or drugs or a fake band playing. Just that another memory is shot to hell. I know we all get old and die, but I don't have to like it. When Lennon died, I cried. For Davy, I wrote "Shit". Both were from the heart!

Well, Scanner, I can't write from the heart. That organ is not simply broken; it's a sack of pulverized glass dust. I can only write from the head, which so far is intact.

As for getting old and dying, it beats not getting old and dying earlier. Some woman with a new-age multicolor pamphlet came up to me today and said, "Do you want to improve the world?" I said, "I'm not ready to die yet." When she looked at me strangely, I said, "That's the way people tell me I can improve the world; take a coil of rope and wander into the woods. I refuse to do it."