My first celebrity musical crush has died. Davy Jones of the Monkees has passed away in Florida from a heart attack at aged 66. I was so sad to see this in the papers today as I really loved him as a child and a teenager all over again with the revival of the show on Nick at Nite in the late 80s.
Isn't he adorable? he was really tiny--like 5 foot 3--the same height that I am and so I always felt close to him. Plus he was the only Englishman in the band--the rest were American (and some with a noticible twang. I'm talking about you Mike Nesmith!) But Davy had this cheeky little British accent that made me fall in lurve with him. I think Jack Wild from Puffinstuff and Davy Jones from the Monkees are the reason I became an Anglophile.
Who can forget when he did a crossover onto the Brady Bunch and went to the dance because Marcia had promised (as president of his fan club) that she could get him there?
I really loved the music of the Monkees as well. They did a reunion tour (sans Nesmith) when I was in the 11th grade and my mum took me and a friend to see it in Texas. It was a magical night--I swear Davy looked right at me when he was singing I Wanna Be Free. Really. Seriously. He did.
So Davy--may you rest in peace and know that always--I'm a Believer.