The amount of time I spent watching The Monkees as a kid… man, how many sick days were spent with me curled up either on the couch or in a Laz-y-boy watching The Monkees. Davy was my favorite, at first, though I later shifted to Peter.
They’re so young, now. You don’t see it when you’re a kid, but now that I’m older, they look like babies.
My cousin M. taught me to French kiss in my parents’ trailer when she showed me on a pillow she was pretending was Davy Jones. I didn’t really get what the fuss was, but I thought, if that’s the kind of thing The Monkees like, then I’ll learn, damn it.
I know they weren’t a “real” band, but I still liked them. Rest in peace, Davy.
This is my favorite song: