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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Davy Jones, RIP

Can't say I felt the usual nothing when I heard that Davy Jones, 66, had died of a massive heart attack yesterday.

I remember the Monkees from 1966, when I was 12 years old. I had a couple of their albums, and actually liked some of their songs. I hadn't heard -- or thought -- much about Jones since the 1960's, so hearing of his death really brought me back to a long ago time.

The Monkees were the first of the faux boy bands, a precursor to Menudo and the Backstreet Boys. All of these groups were cast for their potential appeal to tween girls, who prefer androgynous types to masculine men.

Even at 20, the 5' 3" Jones looked more like a cute 13-year-old:

Jones evidently made a living later with oldies nostalgia tours. He basically spent the rest of his life capitalizing on his cuteness at age 20.

Maybe that's how Justin Bieber will be making a living 40 years from now. (Why not?)

In any case, it was a little bit of a shock to hear that Jones had died. It felt as if a small part of my childhood had died.


Brian Fradet said...

Hey John--It's always amazing the power of hearing the songs that we all grew up on. Almost as if the brain has archived all those songs somewhere and hearing them is like they are now restored. Thanks for sharing, Brian

Anonymous said...

I felt exactly the same way. And maybe because I don't know much about him, he kind of retained his innocence in my mind.

John Craig said...

Thanks Brian. Yes, there's nothing like a song you haven't heard in a long time to bring you back to your youth.

John Craig said...

Anonymous --
You're right, he did sort of retain his innocence, didn't he? He was basically frozen in time as a young Monkee singing "Last Train to Clarksville."