They say you always remember you first “love” and Davy Jones was mine.
I mean what was there not to love? British, cute, friendly, nice smile, sings, travels the world. I remember rushing home from school to watch The Monkey’s and their antics but mostly to sing along and watch Davy. Didn’t every little girl think he was singing to them?
To this day every time I hear Daydream Believer it brings a smile to my face as I sing along and remember watching that show with my siblings.
I was saddened to hear that yesterday at the young age of 66 Davy Jones passed away. It seems as if a little bit of my youth has passed too. RIP Davy Jones, thanks for all of the great memories.