|David Thomas Jones, 1945-2012|
The Monkees were the spark that started my passion for music. Eventually I made my way to The Beatles, which upped the bar a bit, but I kept coming back to The Monkees. In '86 I saw them in concert for the first time, and it was almost surreal. My brother and I were pretty damn close to the stage, and in my head I remember thinking "OMG - those are really The MONKEES."
|Davy & me, 9/22/2005|
My heart goes out to everyone who knew and loved David personally, particularly his daughters, his wife, and his bandmates. Speaking for myself right now, Davy Jones' passing is very hard to process. I don't think I've felt this way since John Lennon died. Obviously, the death of my parents in the past few years has been a far more profound personal loss, and that is a healing process that is ongoing. Still, the death of a hero is different. It creates a void that's hard to describe. (Seriously - I got stuck on that word -void- for about 5 minutes just now). So I guess I won't try to describe it.
Thank You, Davy Jones, and may God be with you as you continue your journey. Thank you for all that you gave of yourself. You were a true entertainer, a gifted and very funny comic actor, and an accomplished musician and songwriter. I feel very fortunate that your star found its way into my stratosphere while I was at such a young impressionable age. As far as first heroes go, I could have done much worse.
With much love, admiration, and a heavy heart,