A few minutes ago my husband just matter of factly told me that Davy Jones died of a heart attack today. I will miss you Davy - but will keep playing your songs as I drive my grandkids 'round town. I had all the Monkees records, 8 track tapes, cassette tapes and yes now I have the Monkees on CD.
Listening to the Monkees was a big part of my teen years and Davy Jones was my all time favorite. I knew by age 13 that someday it would be possible for me to marry him. ha ha. That didn't quite work out, but nevertheless, I knew all the songs, every lyric, and at age 56 - yes 56, I still know them. I can still do my grammy jammin' to some Monkee tunes! I had Monkee posters and Monkee T-Shirts. Back around 1968 or '69 I got to see the Monkee's in concert at the Charlotte Coliseum. (You remember it - the round one) I dressed up in my best bell bottom jeans and tunic top and I with about 10,000 other young teenage girls - screamed my lungs out. I have listened to Davy, Peter, Michael and Mickey (at the drums) all my life. Okay, maybe they weren't "The Rolling Stones" or "Justin Bieber" - but for a kid from Gastonia who listened to Big Ways Radio every day- they were extraordinary.
Listening to the Monkees was a big part of my teen years and Davy Jones was my all time favorite. I knew by age 13 that someday it would be possible for me to marry him. ha ha. That didn't quite work out, but nevertheless, I knew all the songs, every lyric, and at age 56 - yes 56, I still know them. I can still do my grammy jammin' to some Monkee tunes! I had Monkee posters and Monkee T-Shirts. Back around 1968 or '69 I got to see the Monkee's in concert at the Charlotte Coliseum. (You remember it - the round one) I dressed up in my best bell bottom jeans and tunic top and I with about 10,000 other young teenage girls - screamed my lungs out. I have listened to Davy, Peter, Michael and Mickey (at the drums) all my life. Okay, maybe they weren't "The Rolling Stones" or "Justin Bieber" - but for a kid from Gastonia who listened to Big Ways Radio every day- they were extraordinary.
Daydream Believer
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shavin' razor's cold, and it stings
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
You once thought of me as a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good times start and end without dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shavin' razor's cold, and it stings
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
You once thought of me as a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good times start and end without dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
