Every few years, two or three members of the "Prefab Four" have hit the road, playing the old hits and occasionally even some newer songs; they did an album of new material in the '80s and again in the '90s.
Remember how gorgeous Davy Jones was? Did you have a crush on him like I did? Davy Jones passed away last year (may he rest in peace). In the few years before that, do you remember seeing pictures of him? How did you feel about Davy Jones at 60? How about Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones?
As you'll see through the eyes of a serviceman using bath salts, your friends may appear to transform to demons and zombies, you stand to wind up in emergency surgery -- and, possibly, Davy Jones' Locker.
Why, why, has Micky Dolenz -- blessed with one of the great voices in pop music history -- recorded so little all these decades? And what had led him to start taking his recording career seriously at this late date?
Mrs. Davy Jones. This is what I wrote all over the inside front over of my three-ring notebook in 7th grade. I couldn't write it on the front cover because that was plastered with "Mrs. Paul McCartney."
The Monkees are my childhood. They are my adulthood. Davy Jones' sudden passing yesterday stunned me and certainly millions of others all over the world. And I will always cherish my small, little piece of their history.
American culture is a youth culture. On television and the movies it sometimes seems that everything and everybody is permanently frozen at 28 years old and it's just the rest of us on the couch who break '50, '60 and '70.
That's the Davy Jones I've taken with me these years since that show -- a complete and total gentleman. His grace, his "heartthrob-ness" was so absolute that it broke all age barriers -- it didn't matter how old he was, how old his audience was -- he was a beautiful man, inside and out.